These old cacs were mad I wouldn't sit down. I offered for them to swap, but this old bytch was talking about she's been in these seats for years or some shyt. Anyway, I told her to either switch seats or deal with it since it was a close game. We got a little loud and the cops and attendent was right there. Then her hillbilly ass son dropped an N bomb and I went back two rows and put hands on him. They walked me down. We go the score. . Escorted me out through the service elevator that takes you to the holding cell. The breh and latina cop let me slide since he called me a ******. Met the squad at Uptown Cab. Flourished.