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I entered a corner shop I had never been in before, I being a stereotypical white male can't find my way around, the shopkeeper being a stereotypical Asian guy couldn't keep his eyes off this potential thief.

I wandered between the shelves listening to the sound of a man trying his best to watch without being seen, eventually not finding what I wanted, I put us both out of our tension ridden misery, (he frightened of what I would steal, me frightened I would be wrongly accused of stealing), but I got it wrong, instead of asking for what I wanted, I asked, 'where's the Bombay mix?' It broke the ice, he pointed at the shelf next to me, How did I know he would be a purveyor of such an exotic Item? 'cos I'm a white man that knows what a brown man is likely to stock without the P.C. brigade having to interfere!