Nice... We're the only "white" people in the building, and one of three "white" couples in the complex. Last summer, we're all standing around outside smoking a couple blunts, someone started throwing rocks at the old crack head and the cops were called. They came out, I snuffed the blunt and lit a cigarette. Cop flashes his light over everyone and to us, and then does it a couple more times, finally says "Um, do you two live around here?" The boss lady says, in her best hood voice "That's racial profiling, asshole, what's your badge number?" He stuttered something and just walked away. I think that's when we got the title "those crazy Indians."
I love livin' in the hood, I'm an exemplary citizen around here! You and the misses played that one very nicely.