I was once invited by (and paid for by) a billionaire investor in the company I worked for to a resort in the Bahamas patroned exclusively by the rich and famous. The extent of the service offered by the (mostly black, Bahamian staff) — appearing, disappearing and offering way more attentive assistance than any reasonable person needs made me downright uncomfortable. It was lovely to be in paradise, but being waited on hand and foot just seemed wretchedly excessive.
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