Encounter In A Southern Town

Shaft

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I entered the room, and all the white faces stared at me like they'd never seen a black man before.
Maybe they hadn't.
Some of these towns you just can't tell.

Maybe it was my size.
I'm 6'4", and weigh close to 240. I've got nut brown skin and a shaved head, with black, piercing eyes.
I've been told I'm handsome.
I never argued.


I spotted a small, empty booth near the rear of the busy establishment. I headed for it and took a seat. I was still feeling tense, though. I wondered if I'd even get served. From my brief tour of the town, it seemed to be locked somewhere in the fifties, which would make me colored.


To my vast relief, the waitress shuffled over to me and handed me a menu. She gave me a warm, professional smile, then shuffled away just far enough to give me time to think. When she came back, I ordered the special and a glass of iced tea.

She scrawled a note on her pad and disappeared.
I started to relax.
That was when the white girl slid into the booth across from me.
And instantly the temperature in the diner dropped twenty degrees.....
 
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