Overheard outside the sandwich shop today

Then why do she start grippin’ onto her purse like that?

Because she’s old and frail and scared of her own shadow. She grips onto it whenever she sees me, it’s got nothing to do with you being black.

Naw man, it’s ‘cause I’m black. I could say to her, “Lemme tell you ‘bout Jesus,” and all she’d hear is, “Gimme yo f—kin’ money.”