Sunday afternoon, I was sitting at the elevated train station near my house, editing the magazine with my red pen. I was in a mad scramble because I had accidentally missed a deadline. Two dudes stood near me and started talking loudly, distracting my little hummingbird brain.
I didn’t say anything, or glare, or shove them onto the tracks. I just picked up my stuff and moved about 50 feet away. All of a sudden I realize the dudes were yelling at me: “That is some racist sh*t right there! You got problems with Latino people?! THAT is what I’m talking about!” They kept yelling and carrying on, while I thought, “I’m not offended, but PLEASE stop talking guys…”