Different woman (Caucasian again), different stereotype, same Brotha (me).
A woman approaches me before asking how I am doing, before asking my name, before asking me anything, and goes into a story about how she needs money to get fuel for her car to go home. She then explains that she'll get my phone number and call me later to meet me to pay me back. I'm standing there looking at her, saying nothing, and she takes on a very frustrated look asks and says, "Man, do you speak English? I just talked to another guy for ten minutes and he spoke Mexican, he didn't even know what I was saying!"
I replied, "¿Que?" with a very puzzled look on my face.
She throws her hands up, says, "Oh dear G-d!" and then walks away!
Sometimes stereotypes can work to ones advantage.
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