I hope this anecdote doesn't make me sound racist. In the '70s I was doing a Summer job on reception at a company and the chauffeur had been sent to the airport to collect an American businessman. In walked an enormous *** who approached my desk, hand outstretched and said Good morning young lady I am (as I heard it) a coon. His business card gave his name as A. Kuhne, how he got a German name I don't know. We found out later that he knew exactly what he was saying and loved to see people's faces, apparently I handled it very well. Hope I've not offended anyone.