Yep. The go to reaction to any encounter is outrage, anger, trying to flip the script and get it twisted and being all offended. My all time best comeback to this: So, back around 1990 I went into a local Pizza Parlor I frequented because I really liked the owner who was always very gracious and friendly. Even his wife was very nice to me and all the employees. I always felt very welcome there. I'd eat a personal pizza with a soda and maybe a salad at least two or three times a week. Back then they had these video game tables. So, I had finished my meal and had a nice stack of quarters to spend on playing the video game. I'm super engrossed in the game and just kind of tune out of my surroundings to focus on the game. Oh, I'm aware of people around me which at that moment is one well dressed black lady with a couple of small boys with her. The two boys kind of wandered over to watch me play and while I know they are there, I just keep my focus on this game. But out of the corner of my eye I see this little brown hand reach for my stack of quarters. Instantly I cup my hands over my quarters and tell the kid , "No, no, those are my quarters. If you want to play you have to get your own quarters.". Am I saying anything racist or wrong? I'd tell my own nephews the same thing. Or they could just ask nicely to play with some of my quarters but under no circumstances is it ever ok to just take without asking. I think we have a word for that in English. Anyway, the kid withdraws and I again focus on my game. Then suddenly, a large black hand slashes right by my face and scatters my stack of quarters all over the dining hall. Instantly I stop and jump up from the table. I'm totally surprised and don't get what just happened. I see my quarters still rolling around the dining hall and turn to confront the crazy mother of these little urchins. I really don't remember what I said at that point other than to protest what she just did. She starts screaming they don't need my quarters, they have all the money they would ever need, blah blah and how dare I talk to her kids that way. Now I'm really fucking angry. She then says, they have so much money they could buy me twice over. Me: "No, you could never buy me because I've never been for sale". At the moment that popped out of my mouth I thought it was perfectly reasonable statement and never really thought over how that would sound to her. An oblique reference to black slavery. LOL. She then went on a rampage screaming at me that I'm a white dog, blah blah. I'm thinking this well dressed black woman grew up in a violent male society. I demanded she pick up my quarters. "Pick them up" I angrily demanded a couple times then being really angry at her verbal abuse I advance toward her still demanding. She starts screaming like I'm about to kill her. The cashier/server starts trying to tell me off until I point out what the woman did and point to my quarters all over the dining hall. She backs down a bit but acts confused as to what to do. Meanwhile the black woman is backed up against the wall still screaming. I suddenly realize what she thought about me saying "I've never been for sale" and how she's terrified she's about to get a real beat down in front of her kids because I'm betting with her mouth she's used to it. At this point I realize I've won some sort of confrontation and I'm no longer in a mood to play games. I bust out laughing and the screaming woman looks very confused as now I'm laughing my ass off at her. She stops screaming and I go round up my quarters. I tell the cashier I'm done for the day and have other things to do as I leave. I think I even apologized for the uproar. I return the next day to explain things to the owner who is totally understanding. He's not even mad at me and I have no idea what the cashier told him nor do I care. Black people often think that throwing tantrums at white people will predictably end with white people being ashamed and cowed but every once in a while they meet up with some bloke who just doesn't give a fuck.