Don’t want to leave BlogHer on a sour note, but this just ain’t right:
last night I went out with a group of women to find a restaurant. We went to this one place (very busy with a line up – all white, upper middle-class folks), and one of the women, Dannie a sista from the Bay area, enquired to see if we could get a table. She was told that the restaurant was sold out. We all thought that the terminology was a bit strange, so another woman (white) from our group went back and asked again. She was told that there was an hour wait if she wanted to come back. So when she came back and reported to Dannie, she stormed over and gave the host that she talked to a piece of her mind (she’s a lawyer), got his card and assured him that she would be filing a complaint the next day.





