Yeah that's happened to me before. I usually just react the way you do Phalex. I just kind of shake my head and dismiss myself from the conversation. But once it happened to be my friend (who is black) and his wife (who is Japanese) at the bar who came to see us play. Out here in California that stuff is really rare, but here comes this dude out of the wood work. We had just finished playing a set and we ended it on a Franklin's Tower -> Gin and Juice (bluegrass style) jam and this dude was all stoked we played a dead tune. So he was rolling down memory lane about the Dead shows he's seen. I swapped a few anecdotes about the Dead show's I've seen, then out of the blue, he says.
"I'm a regular here at this bar, and I've been coming here for 10 years. I didn't know they let n****** in here."
I wasn't sure I heard him right. It was kind of noisy. So said something like 'What was that?'
He says, "Yeah look over there."
"So what are we looking at?", I said.
"Over there," he says pointing at my friend. "There's a n***** at the bar."
I still wasn't sure I heard him right.
So I said.
"Did you just call my buddy a n*****?"
He didn't say anything. So I told him that he was my friend. I was boiling, and just drunk enough to throw a few blows. So I walked over to the bar and told my buddy about what happened. So my buddy, who's a pretty big guy just cruised over with his wife and stood right next to the guy during our next set. The guy just kind of slithered away and left. What a tool. I still get pissed when I think about it.
"I'm a regular here at this bar, and I've been coming here for 10 years. I didn't know they let n****** in here."
I wasn't sure I heard him right. It was kind of noisy. So said something like 'What was that?'
He says, "Yeah look over there."
"So what are we looking at?", I said.
"Over there," he says pointing at my friend. "There's a n***** at the bar."
I still wasn't sure I heard him right.
So I said.
"Did you just call my buddy a n*****?"
He didn't say anything. So I told him that he was my friend. I was boiling, and just drunk enough to throw a few blows. So I walked over to the bar and told my buddy about what happened. So my buddy, who's a pretty big guy just cruised over with his wife and stood right next to the guy during our next set. The guy just kind of slithered away and left. What a tool. I still get pissed when I think about it.
