Hmmmpfff!!!
Well, uhmmmm...Let me relay to you a few of my own recent experiences.
I too shop upscale, very upscale.
I too eat at the best restaurants in the world and certainly in this country.
Most times, I look fairly GQ but, there are some days I’m just not in the mood to play dress up and with two closets full of clothes, more than 200 pair of shoes and driving every car out there I can out dress most guys.
On to shared experiences, with a common black guy, who I guess occasions a board room.
A few years back I too was shopping in an upscale store, and I was being watched and also followed by an overly anxious person. This was not someone trying to be helpful, but someone who was assessing why I was there. Other shoppers did not have “help” following them throughout the store.
Guess why? I totally rolled out of bed, grabbed a pair of hiking shorts, a crummy gymn shirt, a pair of white sneakers I had muddied up over a rainy week, some crap baseball cap and I didn’t feel like shaving.
I did have on a watch that cost more people make in three months. That’s not to impress anyone, rather to impress I can afford to play dress up or not.
As it turned out, the salesperson approached me as I was checking something out, well into the period of time I had noticed them.
We struck up a conversation and I learned they were new to the job and petrified of approaching me.
I understood right away and sought to allay her fears and asked if she wanted to know how to approach people and help them buy.
She said she really needed the job and success was very important to her.
I continued picking stuff up and proceeded to give her instruction on people, rejection, why people buy and that her role was to help people get what they want.
I’m glad we struck up the conversation as she previously getting on my nerves. I don’t care if you are 50 feet away. I hate being watched or hovered over.
BTW, she is now the manager of her own department and her career prospects are looking up.
Let’s see, next similar experience to a black man.
I too have gone to dinner at fine restaurants and had the food server explain the tipping program, since apparently, depending on how large the number of guests there are tipping is always handled differently.
You, Mr. Black man CEO, trying to be an everyman, should no this and it should come as no surprise when it happens.
Ass hat.
Have 6+ or 8+ guests at Gary Danko’s in San Francisco and tipping is handled very differently and at a higher rate. Why? Gotta dedicate one extra wait staff or a runner for your party and that costs money.
This makes the business of divying the tip much more equitable for the staff serving your race baiting drag on the world.
Let’s draw back on my memory for some other places I’ve dined at where the tip was mandated and it is good policy to verbally explain as much: Picasso, LV & Michael Mina, LV & Mizumi as well as Sinatra (been to every great restaurant in LV and I guarantee this ass has as well)
In Los Angeles ABO, KOI, Katana and many more.
Moving on to the Manhattan Le Cirque, Veritas, Daniel’s, Arial, Union Square Cafe, Jon Georges.
I guarantee you they discuss tipping. I’ve paid and it was worth it.
Oh, and no frickin waiter wants their check split two ways or 5 ways. Don’t be a dick. Pay it and let the little guy get on with their life.
Fatuous ass.
Sometimes I observe two or three white customers ahead of me and after me pay by credit card—and I am the only one singled out to provide proof of who I am before I can make my purchase.
You got me here as I’m totally white. I can tell you a huge difference as to why I’m asked for I.D. and why I’m not.
When I’m dressed up even in something as casual as a sport coat or just plain slacks I never, ever get asked for my I.D.
Recall how I dress like crap, in my first story above?
Well, almost as sure as the sun rises in the east, on days when I dress like crap I pretty much expect to be asked for I.D.
But, I’m more comfortable with myself these days and if I don’t feel like playing dress up I don’t and know the rules.
dress like you don’t belong somewhere and for sure a klaxon will ring with others.
Most CEOs when they are out exercising don’t have car doors locked as they walk by or women move to the other side of the street hugging their purses. Even as a CEO, the black male experience is my reality.
Yer an ass once again. Chicks are pretty damned confident with themselves but, if you are a leering chump and some kind of fatt ass pretending he’s jogging then yeah, I get why women lock their doors and cowar around you.
Stop scaring the bee geesus out of em.
OH! And lose some weight, yuh fat pig. (Yeah, I saw your picture. You don’t look like you’re able to outrun your fork and buffets probably overtake you with some regularity.
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