I got more grief from middle class, and well off white women than blacks back in the day.
I pay your salary! (heres your 3 cents back)
Are you trying to get your quota? (no, they told me I could write as many as I wanted)
I'll get your job! (I hope you like it better than I do. I keep meeting people like you).
Do you know who I am? (Yes, it's on your license, now sign it again right here)
Do you know who my husband is? (No, but keep yelling and I'll meet him when he bonds you out of jail)