In Philadelphia our office was on the top floor of a high rise building and our neighbor down the hall was a tugboat company. Word filtered thru the building that the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission known as E.E.O.C. was visiting. They entered our neighbor during the lunch hour when only Richie the tug dispatcher was out front and Roy the manager was sitting in the back with his feet up on the desk reading the Daily Racing Form. The team leader with the clipboard asked Ritchie how many people were employed there. Ritchie said "eight" but some are out to lunch. Then they asked if there were any minorities working there. Richie said "only one, the manager in the back of the room". Now Roy the manager had a swarthy complexion and with a three day beard (which he often shaved off in the mens room) he could "pass" and his countenance was partially hidden by the Racing Form. The Team squinted at Roy but seemed to be satisfied that they had a "coup" - a manager - and having made their quota - like Elvis - they "left the building". But we were ready for them if they came as we had on staff a young lady from Guam. We felt a female Guamanian must have been worth a few extra points but we never had a chance to show our cards. Chalk it up to the bureaucracy.
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