I thought I was special U2… your music appeared out of nowhere..I though I was a chosen one..until I saw my friend’s Itunes.
So here’s the thing. I love China Town. But I really hate the way that some of these business owners treat me, and I don’t like throwing in the race card, but in this case it doesn’t have to be thrown, it’s coming straight through with an arrow. It was a really good day to say the least, the weather was nice, and I was enjoying myself. There was a nice service at the Brooklyn Tabernacle and after the service I thought it would be a nice idea to head towards Mott street to grab some nice vegan food. Do not give me a fork and spoon if I didn’t ask for it. I can eat with chopsticks. Thank you. (why was I the only one at a table with three other people to get silverware?) Number two, if I want to buy a bottle of wine, DO NOT stand there and watch me the whole time, I can see you watching me through my peripheral and it’s not helping! The only place where I got exceptionally good service was at the Tibetan store. In saying that, hashtag of the day is #whyyougottabesorude….
Staying within the confinement of your own race doesn’t help anyone. It doesn’t help you, and it doesn’t help me. It simply detracts from the innumerable possibilities that each distinct individual can contribute to your space or business.