Wanted A Cup Of Racism

(I work at a popular coffee shop but at the moment I’m sitting outside on my break. A customer I had served earlier approaches me. For the record, I am white and this customer is not.)

Customer: “Hey, what’s your name?”

Me: *gives name*

Customer: “That’s a black girl’s name!”

Me: *blank stare*

Customer: “I bet your daddy was having an affair with a black woman!”

Me: *speechless, as well as everyone else around me*

(He left shortly after. For the record, my father first heard the name as the name of a black coworker he’d had at the time but I’m fairly certain he wasn’t having an affair with her. I almost never run into people with the same name as me but when I do, they’ve always been white.)