Go Back To The Backwards-A** Century You Came From

I’m mixed race but am light enough that I pass for white. One of our regulars comes in, and I chat with him about this and that while I process his transaction.

Regular: “I went to one of your locations in [City] over the weekend.”

Me: “Oh, did you? Which one?”

Regular: “I believe it’s off [Major Road].”

Me: “Great choice. I have a few friends who work there.”

Regular: “There was a Negro girl working. I didn’t know they could. Know what I mean?”

He’s chuckling like it’s some great joke. I stare at him for several seconds with a shocked expression on my face.

Me: “No, [Regular], I don’t know what you mean.”

He attempted to explain, but I shut down my station, calmly walked into the back office, closed the door, and stayed back there until he left, grumbling.