Now, I did not mind helping, but am not predisposed to with a culture that I know would likely give me the finger would I ask them for help. There are few negros here, so I figure she had to ask me or wait a long time or do it herself.
Everyone is tall in my family — I didn’t realize we were mistaken as staff, purely because we’re over-six-feet-tall Eastern European.
My brother is asked continually in the airplanes, since he flies a lot for work.
I’m asked — or, if I see someone struggling, will offer to help.
My father was asked last week in Fry’s, by an older black woman. (If it had been me, I would have asked if she voted for/supported Barry. If so, “I’m sorry, but elections have consequences,” and walked away.