I just went to see a movie with a guy from my ward here, a very nice, very tall Jamaican-descent Berkeleyite with some pretty rocking dreadlocks.
The usher taking our ticket smiled at my friend. "Wassup, brother?" he said. "The theater is #1, off to your left. Enjoy the show, man!"
Then he looked me up and down, pausing slightly, and said, "Good afternoon, ma'am."
I don't even know what to think.