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People need to get over being offended so easily. Years ago, I was in Manhattan on business any my co-workers decided to take me to some "trendy" spots in Greenwich Village after work. Well the first two places we went to, the bouncers would let my co-workers in but stop me at the door and tell me I had to wait on the sidewalk due to fire code and the place being filled to capacity. I got the hint. I was dressed like Dilbert with my short-sleeved white shirt and dorky tie while my co-workers had sports jackets and open collar shirts. My co-workers were gracious enough to take me to a less trendy place and we still laugh about it today.
Reminds me of a story Dale Evans told in one of her books. It seems that she and Roy had tried to get in The Stork club-think that was the name- but the doorman would not let them in. They went home and she said she wondered what that guy would have said if he had known who they were and that their clothes had cost several thousands of dollars The owner did find out about it and called to apologize. They were the best!