My bad. My lesson.
“Once he told of his days as a waiter at the Jack Tar Hotel in his home town of Greenville, S.C. Just before leaving the kitchen he would spit into the food of white patrons he hated and then smilingly serve it to them.”
http://www.jessejackson.org/spitinwhiteysfood.html
I had the opportunity to serve Roseanne Barr. I briefly gargled one of the croutons in her salad as I approached her room. This was during her marriage to Tom Arnold.
It felt good.
I also had the honor of serving coffee to Oliver North. I gave him excellent customer service, and even warmed his coffee cup before I brought it out to him. His cup was warmed by filling it momentarilty with hot water. Other people who were not so nice got their coffee cup warmed by my groin.