I used to plan events in this very small city in a province that's more or less stuck back in time. My name doesn't sound English and I always ran into difficulties with paper pushers who were not so subtle racists. After years of dealing with government permits and all kinds of bureaucrats, I learned that making friends with the higher ups made things run smoother.
Enter racist lady (RL). RL was new to the government department I had to get food licenses from. I needed her to go over some documents and approve them so that they could send an inspector on site to ensure that my food vendors were complying with food regulations. This was always fairly straight forward. I submited the documen