I love black people, but I can't stand....

A story from my homeboy Twiz:

So, I'm coming back from Mickey D's...as I proceed to walk into the building...I notice a middle age, slightly heavy-set black woman walking in with me, with one of those spikey half-curl weave/wigs that SOME women (I won't delve into specifics, but I'm sure you know the people I'm talking about) wear. We all get into the elevator (myself, the weave/wig lady, and somebody random) and the doors close making us unseen to those on the street, Wiggy (as I shall affectionately call her) proceeds to take off her neck brace, begin FANNING herself with it while stating "whew...it's hot." She then gets off on her floor...head high...while continuing to fan herself with her NECK BRACE.

Sometimes....I hate us