I went to a friend's birthday party in middle school and she neglected to tell me two important facts:
1) Her family lived in the middle of the boonies
2) They were completely racist
I was drinking a bottle of Coke I had purchased from a gas station and her little brother proceeded to ask me where I had purchased it from, I told him, and he asked, "Aren't you afraid a Mexican or a n-word (he actually said the real thing) put their disgusting hands on that!?!" I said, "No? That's an odd concern." and then he responded, "Oh that's right, I heard your last name is Perez, so you're some kind of Mexican too right?!" At this point I was not only disturbed, but afraid, so I called my mom to come pick me up.