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I used to live in downtown Oakland, notoriously not the safest city. I was stumbling home from a night of drinking around 3am one morning, and this guy on a bike rolled up on me out of nowhere and he just goes "hey man, you scared of black people?" He was an older black man that appeared to be disheveled and possibly living on the street, and I legit just laughed and was like, no, I grew up in a city, and I live here, so no, not at all haha. And he just goes, "Alright. You have a good night." and he rode off.
Like 5 years later, I'm waiting for my bus one morning to go to work, and the exact same thing happens. Rolls up on a bike and asks me if I'm scared of black people. Again, I say no, kind of being like dude leave me alone not this again, and he replies "I know you're not. I remember you. Have a great morning." He shook my hand and rolled off, never saw him again. Just such an odd experience haha.
Time traveler making sure his changes stuck.
The other timeline is... not so good.
Reminds me of a time I was sitting outside enjoying my high, staring out into the night. Suddenly, a smile appeared directly in my gaze, floating in the darkness- I squinted and noticed the smile belonged to a black man looking back at me, who said "couldn't see me til I smiled, huh?"