Many years ago,I went to a Jamaican take out restaurant for lunch with an older co-worker, a pure Yard Woman, and I’m Black. Breh, she orders the food, and the female counter person was so RUDE to she, and my co-worker screamed, “Mi cannot stand mi own people dem!!!”. And she stormed out of the place and I was left looking like
Then she came back in and yelled some patois that I couldn’t understand at all! It was some next level Jamaican yard talk, I felt like a straight up foreigner and we were in Brooklyn.

We never went back there ever. The food was fire though
