Here's a story:
My gf and i were bored so went driving down south lake shore drive last week, Wednesday i think, and we stopped for a drink since she had cotton mouth like a mofo. I'm walking towards the door and it opened right before i had a chance to grab it, and i thought that the wind had blown it open. I walk in and there were 2 black guys by the door, and as soon as i pass them, one guy goes, "look at this muthafucker, i open the door for his ass and he ain't even say nothin'!" I continue towards the beverage section, in fear for my life, and i pretend that i didn't hear them. I grab a bottle of Squirt and proceed to the counter, then i notice one of the dudes walk towards me. (At this point i'm reaching for my .22, which is concealed in my nut sack) I look at him and say, "What's up brotha?" in a nice, chipper manner, and walk by him. I stand, waiting for the owner to charge me for the drink, while looking in the mirrors to check if they were going to shank me from behind. While waiting, a black couple enters the store and stand right behind me. (now i'm really fucking scared) The lady goes, "Whattup cousin, what's yo name?" I ignored her thinking she was talking to somebody else, and continue to pay for my Squirt. I then walk out and right by the door she yells out, "Yo cousin, what's yo name?" I turn around and tell her, "Maurice, my name is Maurice." After i answer her the dude with her goes, "yo son, she yo cuuuuuzin'," while pointing at her, and i stand there with a confused look, but giggled (I giggle like a school girl getting eaten out for the first time when i'm nervous). Anyways, i enter my vehicle and explain what happened inside to my gf, then she packs another bowl. Reason for the story, i have no fucking idea, same goes for the post above..