Why I Don’t Shop At The Bon-Ton
I still curse at myself every time I pass by the Bon-Ton department store in Lancaster. One time, back in 9th or 10th grade, my best friend and I were browsing through the Bon-Ton for like half an hour but couldn’t find what we like. Suddenly an elder white sale clerk asked us to leave the store. As we were leaving, a bunch of old white folks clapped and cheered.
From that day on I never set my foot back into the Bon-Ton again. I also realized how stupid and wimpy I was for walking away and not pressing any charges. I could have easily cashed in a couple hundred thousands. Two Asian guys were asked to leave the store. That was racist so fuck the Bon-Ton.