Unfiltered Story #27976

(I am on vacation with my parents in New York about two years ago. We are about to cross the road with some other people when an outdoors hairstylist looks at us. Note that we are white and he is black.)

Man (sneering): Look at those shoes! (I look down at my flip-flops and realise he is talking about my father’s shoes, which are quite smart) Typical white man.

Me: (slightly taken aback, but refuse to be rude) Don’t play the race card, it never works.

Man: (still sneering) Shut up…

(He goes on about wishing his daughter was here. After we cross the road, my father told me that the man was likely very annoyed that he hadn’t got any customers.)