So i walked into Hannafords in portsmoth NH the other night. As i walk in i feel the usual stares of "oh gosh, where did that come from?" and " dear lord she's burned!" but i ignore them and head straight for the wine asile - ya. I grab my favorite wine, a crisp sav blanc. Then i go to look for red bull, at mirs respectful request. I can't seem to find it so i stop at the 14 items or less lane and politely ask the white woman standing there "Excuse me miss, where can i locate the red bull?" and i mean i said that word for word. That is how i was brought up to speak to people. Respectfully! She stares at me for about 30 seconds and then calls over a boy who looks like a mix between latino and white to "deal" with me. He tells me they're over by the ice cream - i excuse myself, say thank you to both of them and walk off. On my way back from getting the red bull - i spot the egg nog. Now , i am a nog fiend so i grabbed it and ran to the checkout with a smile. I ended up going back to the woman who has "helped" me before - i thought it was only respectful to continue the customer/worker dynamic i had began with her. As i am checking out the younger clerks at registers around us were talking about skipping classes. The woman looks up at me, smirks, and says " you look like you skip class all the time, don't ya?"
I gave her no response. Then before i left i said to her "negroes take their education seriously since we were only allouted it like 60 yrs ago!" - and hey, maybe i was off on the length of time, but my point was clear.
do you see this america? I can't even shop for food without racism finding me.
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ReplyDeleteHave had this experience in Dracut, Ma - Hanaford a few times.... I am so disappointed. Please make your complaints/conserns and observation on a corprate level. Thank you for sharing. I thought maybe I was being "hyper- sensitive"!
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