She was in slippers and had her hair in curlers. Strange.
Anyway she had a fresh pack of Winstons that she just had opened up and was smoking a fresh one. Packs were several times bus fare.
I asked her “How much that pack cost? How much is bus fare?
then laughed at her and kept moving. The Aunt Jemima act dropped and she went into an Angela Davis mode ie: You MF’er cracker honkey SOB F** Y** x 2-3. Lesson: Don't feed the pigeons.
You nailed. He was the male version of that.