This morning: 10.30am, Belsize Park, cashpoint outside Tesco.
I am waiting in line to use the ATM. Behind me is a black youth with Attitude. I glance at him and turn back towards the queue.
"What're you looking at? Got a problem?"
I spin round to face him. "No. Have you?"
"What are you looking at? Why was you staring?"
"I wanted to look at you."
"Why?" He is becoming aggressive. "What's your problem?"
"Maybe I find you attractive."
"Oh." He relaxes. "I can understand that..."
"I thought that might go down well." I smugly retrieve my cash from the maching, and totter off down the road.
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