Went to a Broadway play in the 80s with a school group at the “Circle in the Square” in NYC.
At break, I went out and watched the street dancers doing hiphop and breakdancing and drumming on 5 gallon plastic buckets.
Suddenly, I could feel a tiny funny looking black lady with dreadlocks standing next to me — and the looming presence of two white men taller than teenage me behind me.
I said nothing, just watched the outside show for 10 minutes with Whoopi Goldberg a foot away from me. At the end, we looked at each other and said “good show right?” “Yeah those boys can dance”. and that was that.
I never acknowledged her name or fame and it felt pretty good that I knew at least one of the rules and did it right.