There is a blind black fellow who comes into the IHOP once a week and has a friend who is also blind. Neither of them wears dark glasses, and one of them speaks very formally. Tonight a Bill Withers song came over the sound system, and the one guy said to the other, “It may interest you to know that we can expect a new LP from this gentleman in the near future.” When his chicken arrived, the waitress, Barbara, cut it up for him.
