I ordered a $1.65 cup for the soda fountain at a goyisha cafeteria in Norwalk this afternoon.
The friendly Hispanic lady behind the counter said to me, pulling on imaginary sidecurls (payos): "I thought you people didn’t drink soda."
"Not many of us do," I said. "Maybe a Diet Coke."
I got my drink and sat down. The radio was tuned to black music.
An overweight but cute 40ish black lady behind me started dancing.
"You go girl!" I encouraged.
She told me as she danced that she was going to really dance today but that last week in this very cafeteria, she gave a male stranger a lap dance. "But I’m not going to give you one."
I haven’t had a lap dance in my life. I have truly preserved my purity and my wife will be grateful on our wedding night.
