Hot and Black

So, nothing really interesting has happened to me at work since my short stint as the hostess when an elderly gentlemen swatted me on the rear as he was leaving the restaurant, until this last Saturday night. Since I took the week off to go to Indiana to decide whether we were moving to Indiana or not, and since serving doesn't pay a whole lot and PartyLite is still taking off (it will take off, by the way), I told Molly I would take extra shifts. So I had to work last Saturday night. I got there at 5 and I was expecting it to be really busy. It was pretty slow, and I was a little relieved because everyone told me how crazy Sat. nights were. Well my first table was an older African American gentlemen, his wife, their son ( I assume) and his wife who happened to be caucasian (I'm trying to be politically correct here). They were quite friendly, joking around, etc. As their dinner drew to an end, they were having coffee and I asked the older gentlemen if he would like cream in his coffee. As you are probably guessing by now, he responded with, "No thanks. I like my coffee how I like my women, hot and black." Needless to say I was taken aback. But since the whole table threw their heads back in laughter, I joined in the ruckus. Funniest thing I've heard all summer. Ah, my night was going well. Then around 8 it picked up quite a bit, I thought the night would never end, and I didn't clock out until midnight. I did walk out with $140 in tips which will go towards our 2 cars that decided to break down the same week. Fun!!!!