Woman smokes a quick cigarette outside of a bar at about 11:30 on a Friday night. Finishes up, starts heading back inside. Barely makes it through the door before a strange man grabs her shoulders and starts talking loudly at her, 3 inches away from her face.

Man: OH MY GOD. You're an Indian!

Woman: *shakes his hands off shoulders and points at her own face* Oh, really?! How on Earth could you tell?

Man: Wow, I've never seen one before!

Woman walks away, shaking her damn head.

Man approaches her again five minutes later, blustering on about different parts of Indian culture he finds fascinating.


Woman politely listens for a few seconds, a little distracted with trying to figure out how to get out of this situation without getting called a bitch or worse.

Gets called a bitch anyway. Apparently was too distracted. Oops. Walks away.

The woman was me. Just a typical Friday night.

(not that anyone would, but please no mainpaging)