I was walking down Bedford Avenue in the early afternoon with a coffee. A guy working at a construction site was rolling a dumpster down the sidewalk behind me about half a block. It was making all this noise, giving me the feeling that I was being chased.

He kept trying to get my attention, yelling things at me to get me to turn around. Finally he just started singing “You look like a black girl from the back girl.” I started laughing but I didn’t want to encourage him, so I just turned the corner.