Well, That’s Racism In The Bag!

I am a cashier checking out a customer’s items. The customer’s eyes go wide within seconds of starting the transaction.

Customer: “That Mexican is stealing my groceries!”

Confused, I look over at her groceries, at my coworker, and then back at the customer.

Me: “She’s the bagger, ma’am.”

Customer: “Oh… well, that’s fine. You can never be too sure with some of them. I’m sure she’s fine if you vouch for her though.”

Fuming, I look over at my bagger. She’s from El Salvador, and she nods that she’s fine to continue the transaction. We finish in silence, and the customer saunters off after paying like nothing happened.

Me: *To the bagger* “I’m so sorry you had to go through that.”

Bagger: “I’m used to it. Her bread might be a bit… crushed when she gets home, though.”