Some years ago a couple of friends of mine decided that the employees of Baskin Robbins were feeling entirely too smug. What with the aprons, the badges, and those stupid little hats, how could they not be getting a bit full of themselves?
Now, in order to paint a complete picture to a predominantly white audience, I must make a point of the fact that these friends were two black dudes.
They wandered themselves in to the Los Altos Baskin Robbins, and told the pimply-faced, white teenager behind the counter that they would like an ice-cream cake with the colours of the African flag on it.
"Ummm..." said the pimply-faced scoop slinger, with enough fear to make it apparent that he knows he's about to ask a slappable question, "What are the colours of the African flag?"
My friend, who was hamming it up, in sunglasses, and an Ice Cube scowl replied, "That's a gold stripe, a green stripe, and an African American stripe."
"Ummm..." here we go, "Do you mean a black stripe?"
"What? What? I meant exactly what I just said. A Gold Stripe, A Green Stripe, and An African American Stripe. Is that going to be a problem for you? Huh? Are you a racist? You have a problem with African Americans?"
Ahhh... That story never gets old.
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