Oh, I've got a great story about something like this...

The mother of a good friend of mine married a man who got out of prison recently. He told me about something that happened the day he went in. Butch (the man) is about 6'1'', so he's not a small person. Anyhow, he got in and the first person he met was a black man. This black man, who was several inches short of 7 foot, walked up to Butch. He had a patch over one eye. The black man held out his hand. "Hi," said the black man. "My name's Love."

*cringe*

What is it they say about silence being golden?