Last time it happened i was in long beach in a house full of women with children and no men around.
The incident with the time i was at the Boneventure Hotel downtown going to the sky lounge and asked some sista who was part of some black fraternity alumni. I said excuse me miss do you know what time it is. It was like i was invisible. Then we spent another awkwardly quiet minute on an elevator together and i was behind her containng my laughter because i didnt wanna seem like i was bitter about her not giving me the time. I respected her hate because it was so pure.
My wife gets love when she starts talking though because shes got that spirit in her.
Last time we were in vegas some group of nikkas walked passed us as i pushed my son in a baby stroller and one of those bytches looked at me and sucked her teeth like it was a problem.