Disguised as Homeless, I Entered a Supermarket to Find My Successor
At ninety years old, I did something that many would call reckless, or perhaps foolish.
I disguised myself as a homeless man and walked into one of my own supermarkets—not to promote a store, not to test a new product, but simply to see who would treat me like a human being.
What I discovered that day didn’t just shock me—it shattered assumptions…
At ninety years old, I did something that many would call reckless, or perhaps foolish.
I disguised myself as a homeless man and walked into one of my own supermarkets—not to promote a store, not to test a new product, but simply to see who would treat me like a human being.
What I discovered that day didn’t just shock me—it shattered assumptions…
