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"JD and I met up with Aunt Nic before heading to Essex for brunch on Sunday. When Nic arrived at Mott and Houston she knelt down to give JD a kiss before we strolled down to Essex and Rivington. Just as we were leaving, a late twenty-something guy approached us. He was wearing jeans and a white V-neck tee and classic aviator-style sunglasses. He appeared sane. [Note: Though the following may appear an hour interaction it was literally 1.5 minutes--and even that was too long] &amp;quot;Hey, awesome hat, buddy!&amp;quot; he said to JD, referring to his Yankees cap. &amp;quot;Say thank you, Jack,&amp;quot; I said, smiling at the guy. &amp;quot;Yankees fan?&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;Yes, for sure,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;Husband a Yankees fan?&amp;quot; This is where I should have said &amp;quot;Yes,&amp;quot; and walked away. &amp;quot;Come on, Chris,&amp;quot; Nic said to me. &amp;quot;No. No husband,&amp;quot; I said and turned to leave. &amp;quot;Really?&amp;quot; he said, looking me up and down. Why? &amp;quot;Are we on candid camera? Where&amp;#x27;s the camera?&amp;quot; Aunt Nic said to me. &amp;quot;Really,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;Who&amp;#x27;s that?&amp;quot; he asked, referring to Nic, looking her up and down. &amp;quot;I&amp;#x27;m her friend,&amp;quot; Nic said. &amp;quot;Lemme see your face,&amp;quot; he said to Nic. &amp;quot;Seriously is the camera crew hiding somewhere?&amp;quot; Nic said to me. &amp;quot;You&amp;#x27;ve got a nice face,&amp;quot; guy said to Nic. &amp;quot;OK,&amp;quot; Nic said to guy, but really looked at me. &amp;quot;Boyfriend?&amp;quot; he asked me, as we started to stroll away again. &amp;quot;No, I&amp;#x27;m a single mom,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;Your boyfriend just left you? Is he crazy?&amp;quot; he said. Are you crazy? is what I was thinking. &amp;quot;Is this happening?&amp;quot; Nic said to me. Jack dropped his pacifier on the ground and I knelt down to get it. &amp;quot;Are you a single mom by, like, choice? he asked.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I had a boyfriend. I got pregnant. He didn&amp;#x27;t want to be a father,&amp;quot; I said, tucking the pacifier into my bag. &amp;quot;Wait-a-minute, black guy? Was your boyfriend black?&amp;quot; he asked, as I came up from the ground. Nic and I looked at each other like he was suddenly speaking Greek. &amp;quot;Excuse me?&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;Black. Was he black?&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;Nic, let&amp;#x27;s go.&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;Child support. Does he even pay child support?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;That&amp;#x27;s none of your business!&amp;quot; Nic said. &amp;quot;She&amp;#x27;s a pretty girl, it&amp;#x27;s a shame,&amp;quot; he said, referring to me. I&amp;#x27;ve never experienced racism in the flesh. The encounter soured my day. People like him should be muzzled. The worst part is, he was serious. Tool. Discuss. The rest of our day was better, thankfully: "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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