Stoney Mason said:
Recently he told me an enchanting tale that he heard at his law firm.
An intern, a "large young Negress," was rumored to have some kind of mental issues, and apparently had been obsessed with her preacher. One day this preacher came home and heard someone upstairs. He ran next door to a neighbor's and called the police. The cops found the woman taking a bath in the preacher's bathtub. There was a bottle of wine and wine glasses next to the tub, lit candles sitting on the counter and toilet, and rose petals scattered on the bath water. She told the police, "I am
waiting, for my
fee-yon-SAY." (She was married with two kids) The preacher got a restraining order on her.
If you're wondering how this is relevant to the topic, my father said that the moral was this: "Imagine! You come home and this
Negress is sitting in your tub with
rose petals on the water! Negroes are
funny. There ain't no accountin' for 'em, but they're
funny!"
I would have done the world's biggest facepalm if I hadn't heard him say those little phrases a thousand times before.