Your Empathy Is As Cold As ICE

(I’m the manager on duty getting a head start on closing duties, which includes wiping down the windows. A customer walks by.)

Customer: “Why are you doing that? Didn’t you hire that Mexican girl?”

(I am a white male, and I’m moderately alarmed he is dedicated enough to remember this specific cashier, who has been on staff for months, by the way. I barely manage to reply politely without speaking through gritted teeth.)

Me: “I’m the only one scheduled to close tonight, sir.”

Customer: “Oh.” *lowers voice* “Trump sent her back home, huh?”

Me: “GET OUT!”