It’s amazing to hear people scream Racism at the drop of a hat. Get a grip people; this is anything but Racism. The City Centre is a commercial enterprise and they are well within their rights to practise a Business Policy that selects a particular kind of Customer; it’s called Freedom of Choice. In my opinion, it is important for everyone to be educated about their place in Society. As a Coolie, I consider it my social responsibility to be aware of places where a person of my class is not welcome and stay away from such establishments. I wouldn’t even dream of letting my curry-breath irritate the gentle nostrils and sensibilities of the upper class and make them gag on their High Tea. I also walk around with thorns in my briefs, these act as a very effective anathema to my libido by inflicting pain on even the merest beginnings of an erection; so voila: no ogling and no dirty thoughts either. I strongly support their entry policy as this will prevent my malodourous armpits from offending the highly educated and cultured of our society while ensuring that I do not succumb to my congenitally evil mind and bleed in my briefs. However, I would humbly request the management of City Centre to open a few widows at the rear of City Centre to serve our kind. That way, I could pay a Riyal, pick up a plate, queue for my bread, move over to the next window for my gravy, and move on into the dark. That would be just super!
It’s amazing to hear people scream Racism at the drop of a hat. Get a grip people; this is anything but Racism. The City Centre is a commercial enterprise and they are well within their rights to practise a Business Policy that selects a particular kind of Customer; it’s called Freedom of Choice. In my opinion, it is important for everyone to be educated about their place in Society. As a Coolie, I consider it my social responsibility to be aware of places where a person of my class is not welcome and stay away from such establishments. I wouldn’t even dream of letting my curry-breath irritate the gentle nostrils and sensibilities of the upper class and make them gag on their High Tea. I also walk around with thorns in my briefs, these act as a very effective anathema to my libido by inflicting pain on even the merest beginnings of an erection; so voila: no ogling and no dirty thoughts either. I strongly support their entry policy as this will prevent my malodourous armpits from offending the highly educated and cultured of our society while ensuring that I do not succumb to my congenitally evil mind and bleed in my briefs. However, I would humbly request the management of City Centre to open a few widows at the rear of City Centre to serve our kind. That way, I could pay a Riyal, pick up a plate, queue for my bread, move over to the next window for my gravy, and move on into the dark. That would be just super!