I took my DF's Camaro (1976, custom) out for a spin. I'm blasting the music with my sister, singing, acting dumb and carefree.
There's a big lifted truck next to me with big confederate flags. The passenger signals me, so I'm thinking, oh SHIT This guy is going to say some crazy stuff to me because Im blasting my rap music, in a convertible, I'm rocking the curly hair today as well, so It looks so stereotypical. WHat is he going to say because he signalled for us to turn the music down?
So we turn down the music and my sister and I say "YAH"
"Your music is Hella loud, but we wanted to know if you wanted to race at the green light to the next light."
My sister "Yes!!!"
The man "Wait 5 seconds so the traffic clears, watch my hand to go."
So we raced, obviously I won.
Then they follow us to the store we went in and tried to get our numbers. I'm engaged and told them so, but the younger one, they were brothers, got my sisters.
SO funny that it turned out this way. To think, I let my mind judge them before they even spoke haha I felt so bad even though they didn't know my initial thoughts.
COnfession: My OOPS moment