True story: My dad and I went for lunch at this little cafe in the ground floor corner of his office building. Our waitress, a black woman, took our orders and asked if we wanted coffee.

My dad said yes, and she asked if he takes cream.

"Black," he said.

"Excuse me?" she said. She hadn't heard him clearly.

"I mean, dark... dark."

After she left, I leaned in and said, "Nice."