“Come on, Tom, live dangerously. It won’t kill you to experience a little diversity.”
My liberal friend, Libby, had dragged me to the Politically-Correct Coffee Shop. She was insistent that I enter the “Liberals Only” door.
“But I’m not a liberal. And the service stinks on this side. And it’s expensive. And they discriminate on the basis of race.”
Libby wouldn’t take no for an answer and dragged me through a door I swore I’d never walk through. As my eyes grew accustomed to the light, I saw that the menu had changed, and had become, against all odds, even more offensive: More…