I remember when I was young - late 60's - my dad told me one day that a co-worker from his shop in the city was coming to visit. I said "yeah, so?"
It turns out the guy was black which, for my father was a monumental bridge to cross. Anyway, the guy shows up in a huge Cadillac with his wife and mother and he was a riot. So when they were leaving, standing at the end of the driveway in this nice, lilly-white, suburban neighborhood, and the guy says to my father in this booming voice "Yeah, Nick, I think I'll buy it!"
I laughed my ass off.
It turns out the guy was black which, for my father was a monumental bridge to cross. Anyway, the guy shows up in a huge Cadillac with his wife and mother and he was a riot. So when they were leaving, standing at the end of the driveway in this nice, lilly-white, suburban neighborhood, and the guy says to my father in this booming voice "Yeah, Nick, I think I'll buy it!"
I laughed my ass off.