Just a slice outta my life:
I was doing a track stand at the intersection of Atlantic Avenue and Third halfway through blowing the red when I heard a woman say "hey cutie, be careful."
A bunch of things went off at once. Since marrying, I've gotten random vibe a couple of times and one woman actually tried to give me a paper with her name and number on it at a concert. This time however, it was a black woman in a Jeep Cherokee that was filled with her children, the oldest looking to be about 12.
I gave her a big smile, nodded and ambled my way through a gap in oncoming traffic.