As I recall Oprah pioneered this theme.
Upon rereading this, I have decided it is an outstanding example of satire.
There is NO way anyone can be that “racially sensitive”, even in overly-racially-sensitive New York.
By the way, WTF is “baby bok choy”?
What a tool. Good God.
I get approached all the time in stores, and my wife and I laugh about it.
It is because I wear a shirt and tie to work, and I am white.
I feel the charming and well branded young Negress' pain. I would counsel her to tell everyone that what they are looking for, "is on the tenth floor behind the kayaks."
I also feel that this apparently well-prepped label snob would be well advised to become a Community Organizer and to open a training program to help looters from the 'hood make better choices.
quote “t usually starts as I step inside the store. “Hi, can I help you?” from sales reps with an over-penetrating gaze never really feels like a warm greeting. I’m prepared to be watched closely, or ignored when I actually do need assistance because they assume that I won’t—or can’t—purchase anything. When I ask to see an item, they quickly tell me the price, then pause for my reaction to confirm that I’m pre-qualified to see the merchandise. When that happens I usually give the sales rep my dead-fish-eye look that says: Did I ask you how much it was? I asked you if I could see the damn thing.”
I got news for you lady, they treat us white folks the EXACT same way!
I love how blacks just assume white are treated like royalty!
I am lucky if the salesperson even gets off the phone when I enter the store!
Once, several years ago, my wife asked me to stop by Wal Mart to pick up a few things on my way home. Mind you, this is the kind of Wal Mart that the local hillbillies take their kids to discipline them. Or so it seems. Anyway, I went there wearing a business suit. I was asked by no fewer than 5 people where things were located in the store. They all assumed that the only person who would be wearing a suit in the hillbilly Wal Mart was the store manager.
Me too. I guess I better start an “I’m Offended” piggy bank.
If it is a store that I am familiar with I will direct the person who asked in the right direction. I have also learned to never, ever wear red and khaki when shopping at Target.