So my wife and I are in New York at a Golden Crust Bakery and a guy in a car is schlepping CDs from his car outside the store. Recognizing his Patois, my wife's Patois surfaces. He offer's my wife a dancehall CD compilation; seeing me he pulls out a different selection of CDs.
"Ah, yes, offer the white guy some Bob Marley, eh?" I say in jest. Big smiles as everyone got the joke.
This post is in honor of that moment in time because, well, he had a valid point.