“Mr. Dixon greeted me when I entered the store and he saw me walking around and came right out and introduced himself and asked me, how may I assist you today? I was wearing holy jeans, a dirty shirt, and hair messy, Mr. Dixon did not care about my appearance, but, concerned about how that he may be of service. I will refer other clientele to his office, not the other offices as to they seem to frown upon “African American” individuals when a patron comes through the doors. It is refreshing to have “REAL BEVERLY HILLS” etiquette to help me, BRAVO Mr. Dixon…”