Having a smoke downstairs and a coworker, funny-talking guy about my age, comes strolling back up to the building. Rough summary:
Tom: Nice day out here.
Guy: Yes, except for the black racist I just met.
Tom (mentally): Here we go.
Guy: A black guy up at the corner is yelling “Racist!” at all the white drivers. I gave him a look so he yells “Racist!” at me. I say “No, mate, you’re the one who’s racist.” Just because [rubbing his forearm] he, he’s got a little skin condition, he calls me a racist!
Guy: Do you understand this? I’m from South Africa! How can I be racist?
Not for the first time, how hard is it to take a step back from yourself?