I was waiting for an elevator when two young black guys and one spanish guy walked into the lobby. They were very loud and obnoxious, talking about weed and other things.

They were just there.

We all got on the elevator and I hit my floor. No one else pressed a button so it would be assumed they were going to the same floor.

As we passed the second floor, the loudest of the three said “no no, 2. 2.” Then he kept pressing two saying they could still make it. The elevator kept moving. He started to yell at his friends because no one had pressed their floor. I glanced at him, because he was causing such a racket, and he said to me,

“I’m sorry. I’m black.”

Then he went on about not getting his floor so I said sarcastically, “I’m sorry, its my fault, I should have asked what floor you were going to.”

And he said “nah, nah. I’m with two idiots who both knew we were getting off at the second floor and no one pressed it.”

So I said again I’m so sorry.

He then went on about being black and how black people are loud and he kept saying “I’m sorry, I’m black.”

There happened to be a black girl on the elevator, and hearing him, she gave him the dirtiest look. I was laughing too hard.