Yeah, I get that sometimes.

There was that time I had a dental emergency and went to the only dentist I could find who had an opening. Once I was adequately sedated and had a whole hardware store in my mouth, the dentist asked me if I supported a ballot initiative to raise property taxes to fund much-needed improvements to the local bus system. I grunted in the affirmative.

"You're wrong!" he declared. "All that will do is make us pay more so the n----rs can ride the bus!"

With sedatives in my blood and Novocaine -- and his hands and various contraptions -- in my mouth, all I could manage was to slightly shake my head "no" while grunting in the negative. I wanted to get up and walk out, but that wasn't feasible at the time.

When it was all done, and I was free, I looked straight at him and said, "I may look white, but you're mistaken; I'm Creole. And I have cousins who are definitely not white. And I rode the bus to get here!"

I walked out without paying the bill. Eventually I thought of how I was stiffing his employees so I paid after it went to collections. My bad.