Gentrification Trouble

Walking home through Shaw from a friend's house I happened upon a small store on 10th and S advertising soda and beer. I thought I'd stop in and pick up a Diet Coke. A pointless, but amusing, anecdote ensued:

Hanging outside was a black guy who queried, "whatchoo doing?" as I headed in. "Buying some soda." Then I walked to the soda fridge and saw nothing but regular Coke. So I walked out. "How you gonna walk into a store, then walk out, and not buy nothing?" "Well," I said, "they didn't have what I wanted."

"What's that, fancy boy?"

"Just some Diet Coke."

"You think you're too good for me?"

"No."

"Fuck off, man."

So I did. Ah, gentrification....