So tonight I was at the grocery store and saw a Chrysler 300 waiting near the store- it made me nervous. The Chrysler 300 looks like this:
I served as a missionary for two years in California. Much of it in some more ghetto-ish areas.
When I saw this car in the ghetto it usually came with a tatted up individual hiding behind black tinted windows.
When I see this car anywhere else, I don't think classy, I think gangster and feel just a little bit more anxious.
The part that makes me laugh is it I'm in a place where it's very unlikely to be gangsters.