San Francisco is one of those cities with a reputation for being insanely diverse and inclusive. One thing that folks fail to mention, though, is that the aforementioned diversity and inclusion tends to result in some rather bizarre (and hilarious) exchanges taking place.
I was out in the Castro - which is the neighborhood most commonly associated with the Gay Pride movement - on a Friday evening. There's a small, somewhat expensive pizza restaurant that's a few blocks from the train station, and my friends and I had decided to eat dinner there. Not long after we walked in, we were joined by a group consisting of a tall, shirtless black guy, a short Asian woman, and a gangly, nerdy-looking white guy.
Honestly, it was like the start of a bad joke.
My friends and I had already ordered our food, leaving the counter free for the newcomers to approach. As soon as they did, the black guy - with what I can only describe as ghetto flamboyant inflections - asked what his friends wanted to eat.
"I not hungry!" the Asian girl shouted. Her voice sounded exactly like you'd expect from a racist caricature of a Chinese woman.
"Oh, you fucking hungry," the black guy replied. "Y'all always be saying you ain't hungry, then be getting on my ass fifteen minutes later when we done eating!"
"Pepperoni mushroom," the white guy muttered.
"I not hungry!" insisted the Asian girl.
The black guy rolled his eyes. "Bitch, I know you hungry! You be talking about pizza all goddamned night!"
"Sprite," whispered the white guy.
"No!" yelled the Asian girl. "I not hungry! You say you hungry! I not hungry!"
With an exasperated noise, the black guy threw up his hands. "Y'all see this shit?!" he yelled. "Y'all see this? This bitch be whining for two damn hours about how she wants pizza! Now we getting pizza, and she ain't hungry!"
"I'm hungry," the white guy chimed in.
"Nigger, I ain't talking to you!" the black guy shouted. "Shut your mouth before I jam this dick in it again!"
Rather than responding, the white guy just opened his mouth as wide as he could. The Asian girl, seeing this, responded with a tirade of Cantonese, ending her rant with something that sounded like "Eat my taco!"
"Fuck!" The black guy walked in a tight circle. "That's it, then! We having fucking hot dogs and tacos for dinner! Y'all hear that? Fucking black sausage and ching-chong Mexican food!"
Now, I should mention that this entire exchange took place in about thirty seconds, and despite the inflammatory language, all three people seemed to be in a good mood the whole time. They left shortly thereafter - the white guy having never ordered any actual sustenance - and disappeared out into the night.
Only in San Francisco, I guess.
TL;DR: Fucking black sausage and ching-chong Mexican food!