I’m Not Racist, But…

(It is late enough that the store is mostly empty. I am the only employee on the line, and my manager is in the back office. A customer comes in asking for his food to be made quickly, as he is in a rush. I try my best, and he even says, “bonus points for speed.” This happens when I am ringing him out. I am a young female with a septum piercing.)

Customer: “Can I tell you something and you won’t get mad? Seriously?”

Me: “Uh… I can’t promise anything…”

Customer: “You’re very pretty, but you need to get that thing out of your nose. You’re not a [racial slur].”

Me: “What did you say?”

Customer: *leans over the counter and repeats himself as if it was a normal thing to say*

Me: “Get the f*** out and never come back!”

Customer: “You’re not the boss. You can’t say that.” *runs out*

(I ran to get my manager. The guy paid with a credit card so we had his name along with pictures from security footage. He was banned.)