Had to go to a wedding in Baltimore last year and got a little turned around on the way out. So I pulled over, whipped out the I-phone and plugged in the address I was headed and turned on the voice directions (guessing that’s the Siri, not sure) so I can pay attention to my driving.
The next thing I know, I’m sitting one vehicle back at a red light on a side street in the neighborhood where the Baltimore riots went on. Siri? WTF, over?... It’s a warm Saturday night and there’s 7 or 8 IPs sitting on porch stoops on both sides of me and 3 or 4 more hanging out across the intersection. Heard some laughing and some back and forth, the light is taking entirely too long and then I hear a bottle hit the sidewalk and the words, “sheeeet... cracka mutha[insert choice word here] YO”. Didn’t even turn my head, I had already planned an escape route so I calmly hit the door locks, avoided any eye contact and pulled around the car in front of me, did a stop and go at the light and off I went. After gliding through a couple of more red lights I found an entrance to the freeway. Adios mah bruthas!
Years ago my brother was in Bedfor Stuy in NYC and asked a cop directions, the cop said go straight for the next 6 blocks and DON't stop at the stop signs.