This reminds me of the time my friend Don and I were playing a gig in Beverly Hills. He and I were standing together (both tuxedoed) chatting while on break, when a nice woman in her 50s approached, looked me up and down, then looked at Don (who is black), then gave him the used napkins and emptied pair of champagne glasses she’d been carrying. As she walked away, we both looked at each other and chuckled.
After our break, we decided to start the set with “Whitey on the Moon.” I'm kidding, of course. We didn't have anyone to play the bongo part.