meh... Some crazy person that was yelling at everyone that came within 10 feet of him called me "White Devil" one afternoon while I was walking down Halsted Street. Could hear him from a block away yelling at people and as I got closer, I couldn't help but wonder what he had in store for me when I got by him. Even though it was my birthday and I was about 5-6 beers into the day, it really didn't effect me. Just created a memory. Now as for the other crazy person, a couple of months later, who called me "Middle Aged Man" when he was easily 10-15 years older than me. That one.. that one pissed me off.