 There will not be a scandal, and I won't lose my temper, because they will serve you. So they go in, and he sees an empty table. They sit down. The waiters are under instruction, do not serve any black person or any mixed company. Well, the owner was there, glad-handing all the celebrities in there. Frank Sinatra sat there and stared at him. He gave him a DEFCON stare. It was like a heat-seeking missile. Wherever this man walked, Frank Sinatra just glared at him.