Caught You Red Haired
(It is toward the end of my shift, so I go out to empty the gaming machines to put the money through the tills. As I take the box containing the money, a regular customer comes over and starts a conversation. It should be noted that I have red hair.)
Customer: *jokingly* “Are you stealing all the money again?”
Me: “I wish it was mine to keep! Sadly, it’s on its way to the tills.”
Customer: “Oh, good. People are probably a bit suspicious of you.”
Me: “Why’s that?”
Customer: “You know how it is. Everyone knows that people who steal tend to be gingers or—“ *leans closer and whispers* “—black people.”
Me: *speechless*