Ignorant On Emigrant

| Working | August 28, 2013

(I work at a printer. We typically wear composite toed boots, jeans and a black t-shirt. Today I am wearing a t-shirt that has the New York-based European alternative metal band Emigrate on it. I go next door for lunch; same as every day for the last four years.)

Cashier: “We don’t serve your type here.”

Me: “Huh?”

Cashier: “You weird foreign types; go back to whatever trash you are from.”

(I am confused, as I’m about as Midwestern-American looking as the cashier.)

Cashier: “Your filthy shirt declares your status! Leave already!”

(The manager steps out from the back and recognizes me.)

Manager: “Oh, hey [my name], how are you?”

Cashier: “Why are you talking to her? She shouldn’t be here! Look at her weird shirt!”

Me: “It’s a shirt for a metal band, called Emigrate. They’re New York City-based.”

(The manager starts snickering; note that we both know several languages. He begins speaking to me in Finnish.)

Manager: “Their drummer isn’t with them anymore.”

(I continue the exchange by switching to German, which he also understands.)

Me: “I know; he’s now based back in Germany.”

Cashier: “What is wrong with you two? Ugh!”

(The manager turns to the cashier, and returns to speaking in English.)

Manager: “Go ahead and leave.”

(The cashier tries complaining about foreigners, but is unsuccessful because the manager is married to a French immigrant!)

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