Anyone else had moments like this?

I was driving home after work today, and while stopped at a red light in the hodunk-podunk town that I work in, and that I hope to live in soon, I saw, on the porch of the house to my right ....

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Wait for it ...

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... a black guy eating a big slice of watermelon.

That's gotta rank right up there with getting into a car accident with an Asian guy wearing glasses. I started feeling racial guilt just for looking over at him. When I tell of this, I feel this odd compulsion to explain that "I swear I'm not a racist."