I was standing at the bus stop at Hennepin and 8th Street SE (my new transfer stop that allows me a seat before the bus gets ridiculously crowded Downtown), when a semi-toothless, older black gentleman joined me. He had a jaunty straw fedora and a bicycle.
Him: "Are you in school?"
Him: "So, you're just naturally pretty then?"
Me: "Uhhhh ... ummmmm ... I don't think you learn how to be pretty in school."