To be fair, I exaggerated in the OP and didn’t extend my arms to push him, just had to walk past him cause he was between the door and since it wasn’t much space our bodies touched no homo. So it was more of a I brushed past him.
But my thing is, this is the third time I been to the bank where they asked did I have an account. The first two times, I verbally told them yes, and they allowed me to enter. But when I told this security guard yes, and went to enter, he blocked me. I asked him why and he said he doing his job. The real reason is he didn’t believe me. I’m in jeans and a hoodie and my beard looking like bin laden right now lol. But he didn’t say, well I need to see your ID or bank card to verify, he just stood in front of the door. nikka if you don’t get the fukk out the way
That’s how the shyt even got to that point.
The story of a black man life that ain’t docile is mothafukkas trying you, then you not going for it, and in the end, you the crazy black man and everyone acting scared. I don’t give a fukk about that trick. I don’t give a fukk about people’s perception. I got a zero tolerance policy on shyt like that.
But with all that said, I feel you. My mom/fam been telling me this shyt my whole life. Choose my battles. It is what it is though. Gotta choose my battles more wisely. Also, mothafukas need to choose who to try more wisely
@ I kicked myself out of the bank.