Group of rowdy and presumably drunk white boys pass by me on Grand
River and go "Ayyyye!" with their hands up, expecting a response from
me. I say nothing and keep it moving. Don't even look in their direction. Disappointed, one of them yells
after me, "Yeah, whatever b*tch! Go home!" Never have I ever been called
out of my name like that before. White boys. And they wonder what "our"