The Race Card Is Double-Sided

(A customer comes up. She has dark skin, as do I.)

Customer: “I need some quarters for this.” *dumps a bunch of change in my hand*

Me: “Okay.”

(I get her quarters, give them to her, and then get the hand sanitizer and start rubbing it in. She looks up from putting the quarters in her purse.)

Customer: “Why are you doing that? Are you afraid that you’ll catch my germs?!” *scoffs* “Are you afraid of a [race]’s germs? You racists!”

(She is yelling and everyone is looking at me. I feel mortified.)

Me: “Ma’am, I’m am not racist. It was the money. The money has germs, not you!”

Customer: “Whatever! I’m not stupid and you’re being so obvious!”

Me: “Anyway, I have dark skin, too. How do you know I’m not [race], too?”

(She blinks and looks at me like she hadn’t noticed. She then grunts and turns to leave.)

Customer: “Well… Then, you’re racist against your own race! That’s the worst kind of racist!”

Me: “Have a good day, ma’am.”