He was pushing someone in a wheelchair and had a stupid grin on his face. I kept walking. His head turned to follow me as he continued to stare and smile unpleasantly. The woman in the wheelchair looked amused.
"Ting tong," he said pointedly, louder still.
Retort after retort ran through my mind, but I knew it would be foolish to lash out even if I somehow found the courage to. I ignored him and walked faster, thankful that we were going in opposite directions.
I lost him and his wheelchaired friend soon enough. Slowly, slowly, the tension drained from my body, and I reverted to my normal pace.
Definitely not a pleasant experience. Oh well, I guess my first encounter with racism here could've been a lot worse.