A Faux Pas à la Papa

Back in the day, which actually was a Wednesday in this case, I was getting ready to leave to go to the club for Goth night. I still lived at home and when I came downstairs in a floor length black ballroom skirt, tight black lycra shirt and black eyes like Joan Jett, my father seemed slightly confused. It then dawned on him that I was going out. He then asked me, "Oh! So you're going out with the darkies tonight? ...pause... You know, the darkies, the people of the night." Luckily we stopped him before he was able to swallow his entire foot.