One day in 1965 in Albany, NY, my family and I were ordering at the mall restaurant, but it was hard to find a 7 person table that black people could eat at. Black people could only order specific things.
My siblings and I ordered some rice and plain water, for it was the only drink that black people could drink at this restaurant. Our parents settled for the 'black person veggie meal' special. Just then a white man came into the restaurant. He looked like the white man who had owned my great great grandmother except that he couldn't have been West Borington because West died over 50 years ago! Just then, he walked over to the counter and chuckled "can I have the lamb chops for 2, and two cups of Dr. Pepper! (it existed in 1965 ok!) Please, put it under the name of Charles Borington!"
"To go, or to stay?" the waitress asked.
"Um, let me see," he muttered to himself. Then he pulled out the restaurant rotary telephone and dialed someone, and said in a sweet and polite tone "Hello dear, would you like the food for takeout?" then I heard some other noise coming from inside the telephone, this time it was a girl.
She said "Daddy? Mommy says we should do takeout!"
"Okay, Let's do takeout! Charles Borington coolly and nonchalantly said to the waitress, finishing the phone call.
"Ok." The waitress said.
sorry this chapter is short I hope you like the next one if there even is anybody reading this.
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