This has never happened in my life.
I grew up in Washington DC maybe that gave me some kind of superpower there because it is very common to see chocolate people. It is Chocolate City
So me and my family me being chocolate my husband being white My daughter being mixed go out for breakfast My husband gets up to pay I stay a little bit later behind him to finish my food. I get up to walk out the waitress feels to need to put her hands on me. To stop me from walking out. She's like where's your ticket. I'm like my husband already paid. She's like oh yeah oh yea I remember before I could push her off of me. If I did I would not be writing to you today.