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I actually never heard this story. My parents kept it real, but what If the stork really did deliver babies. That would be the end of racism. There would be a baby-making factory and you could call and order one. It'll be like calling for pizza.
"I'd like a medium. No, make that large boy, with brown hair, extra brains and a coke."
But what about mess-ups—when you order a pizza and it doesn't come how your ordered it? You could send it back. Most of the time you're tired of waiting, so you go ahead and take it. What about when the stork messes up? After all, it's only a bird. If the pizza man can mess up, so can a bird that delivers babies. You can send a pizza back, but you can't just send a baby back. Where would it go? You may order a medium girl with long legs, but get a large boy with extra fat. That means you could have a Mexican family with a white baby. And there's the end of racism. You can't hate a particular race because the stork could screw up and bring you that kind of baby. You can't just send a crying little baby back to the baby factory. Just pick off the stuff you don't like and hope it works out?
My plan isn't by any means foolproof. What about prank calls? We've all ordered a pizza to somebody else's house just to screw with them. So there you are trying to tell the pizza man you didn't order a pizza. Then somebody comes up behind you and tells you that it was them who ordered it. Everybody knows that if somebody orders pizza and you just so happen to be there when it arrives, it's your duty and responsibility to help take care of it. While they're paying, you take the pizza and dig in. Just as you get out that first slice they tell you that they lied. They didn't really order the pizza, but since it's there they'll just eat it. I've paid for a pizza that was inadvertently delivered to my house. I wasn't hungry at first, but the sight of a pizza will get your mouth watering pretty quickly. And once you touch that first slice it's yours anyway.
That's the equivalent of a misguided girl getting pregnant or claiming to be pregnant to keep her boyfriend around. You're standing there telling the stork you didn't order a baby. That's when your girlfriend comes behind you and says that it was her. You say it's not yours, but there's no need for a paternity test. You were there when it arrived, so it's your responsibility to help take care of it. Besides, you already touched it. Then she comes behind you and tells you that she lied. She didn't order a baby, but since it was there, she took it. Everybody knows that once a girl sees a little baby, she just has to have it.
As you can see, it's not completely fool proof, but it would end racism. All we have to do is genetically engineer a stork big enough to carry babies and start a baby factory.