I went to lunch one day with a guy I was dating. He was black. His older brother, also black, was visiting so he joined us. We walked into the restaurant and were greeted by the hostess.

She asked, “How many?”

My date said, “Three.”

The hostess, who was white, replied, “Oh, I only see two of you,” as she grabbed the menus and walked toward an empty table.

Evidently all THREE of us thought the same thing because we all stopped in our tracks and exchanged a “No she didn’t just say that and imply that I wasn’t with them because I don’t have brown skin!” kind of look.

Life is about picking your battles. But hunger won that day so we sat down, shaking our heads as we opened our menus.