SETTING:  CORPORATE HEADQUARTERS OF ANY LARGE NONPROFIT ORGANIZATION.

ENTER: A TALL BLACK MAN, DRESSED IN ALL BLACK, INCLUDING A BLACK TRENCH COAT.  HE IS LEAVING, HAVING TENDED TO HIS DUTIES AT CORPORATE, AND IS HEADING TOWARD THE EXIT.  HE GIVES THE HIGH SIGN TO THE RECEPTIONIST, A LATINA.  SHE WINKS.  AS HE OPENS THE DOOR TO EXIT, A MIDDLE-AGED MID-LEVEL WHITE WOMAN MANAGER IS ENTERING.  HE HOLDS THE DOOR FOR HER.

WHITE WOMAN: Good afternoon, Mr. Ham.  (AS SHE PASSES THROUGH THE DOORWAY.)

THE BLACK MAN LOOKS AROUND, THINKING, CLEARLY THIS IS ANOTHER CASE OF MISTAKEN IDENTIFICATION, THAT AGE-OLD BIBLICAL CURSE OF HAM.

BLACK MAN: Pardon me.

WHITE WOMAN: (REALIZING HER MISTAKE.)  Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you were Mr. Ham.

BLACK MAN:  No problem.  It happens, well, not all the time, but often enough that I want to meet this Mr. Ham.  You know how it’s said everyone has a twin.  If I ever need an alibi, for whatever reason, it would be good to know Mr. Ham.

THE WHITE WOMAN LOWERS HER HEAD AND PRACTICALLY RUNS AWAY.  THE BLACK MAN HEADS OUT THE DOOR.  THE RECEPTIONIST, BEHIND HER GLASS PARTITION, SMILES, WINKS AGAIN, AND GIVES THE BLACK MAN A THUMBS UP.

THE END