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Man bites dog story (true): When our county first went wet in 1973, there wasn't much social interaction among races, because there wasn't many common meeting areas, and that's the way it had always been. So an African-American friend of mine (huge guy, 3-time Golden Glove champ) goes to our nicest restaurant and sits down at the new bar. Total silence, everyone watching. Bartender, large Latino, comes over, says in a loud voice, "We don't serve n*****s." My friend replies, in an equally loud voice, "Well, I really didn't have an appetite for one anyway. Do you serve steaks?" Stunned bartender says, "Oh, yes sir!" My friend says, "Well I'll have a steak. Might try a n****r next time." He never spent a penny that night. Patrons bought his meal and his drinks, and from then on, nobody has given a damn about who eats where. EAPFP