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So we went down and got our names enrolled, and we were
called, and worked at nights, I think from 8 to something, 8 PM.
We had a break for lunch at night, and we went across the street
from the central Postoffice in Washington, and there was a little
hamburger joint, something like White Tower. It might not have been
White Tower, but it was something like that.
And all of us who got off at the same time rushed over
there, and I got in, and there was one seat left. I pushed myself
in -- pushy -- and I sat down, and I noticed that my friend didn't
compete with me for that seat. He stood back.
And this guy behind the counter looked at me as if he'd
seen a ghost or some monster or something.
Well, I was so damn naive, I didn't know that he was looking
at me that way, so I turned around to see what was wrong behind me.
I thought something was wrong.
And he started shouting, you know, “Get up, get up! We 'll not
serve you. Get up, get up!”
You know -- he was going crazy.
And when it occurred to me what the hell was happening,
I let out a stream of profanity that I didn't know I had in me.
I really didn't know that I knew all those words, that I called that
guy. And he was shocked. Everybody around me was shocked. The person
who was most shocked was my friend, who came up and put his arm around
me, you know. He didn't want us to get into trouble. He didn't want
us to be arrested or anything. But I cussed and cussed and cussed.
I wanted to be arrested. This was four years before I was.
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