Category: Bigotry

Conclusions Are Good For The Competition

| NB, Canada | Bigotry, Employees

(My brother and I are both First Nations Indians and while we both work we live in an area with a high population of First Nations people on social assistance. My brother and I are buying a few groceries and it happens to be the first of the month, the day the assistance checks come out. In the grocery store there is a mobile shop and since I need a new phone for work and my brother wants to upgrade, we decide to stop in. As we walk in the door the guy at the counter stops us.)

Employee: “Sorry, folks, we don’t do pre-paid phones here.”

Me: “Excuse me?”

Employee: “I said we don’t do pre-paid phones here, only contract phones. I’ll tell you right now not to waste your time. It requires a credit check and if you’re not working you won’t pass, so…”

Me: “Actually my contract with [Competitor] is up and I needed a new phone for work. I was looking for [Most Recent Android] with a minimum of 4 GB of data.”

Brother: “And I’m an existing client; I wanted to upgrade my iPhone.”

Employee: *suddenly very cheery at the prospect of a nice commission* “Oh! Well then, let me show you—”

Me: “Actually, I’ll tell you right now not to waste your time. You just jumped to conclusions about us so I think I’d rather stay with [Competitor].”

Brother: “My phone is paid off; I think I’ll switch over to [Competitor]. They might appreciate my business.”

(The look on his face as his commission walked out the door was priceless. When we got home we made sure to file a complaint. We still go to that grocery store but we haven’t seen him there in a long time.)

Trafficking In Assumptions

| USA | Bigotry, Employees, Family & Kids

(My brother’s wife needs to take their daughter to a doctor’s appointment, and I offer to take their son (five years old) out to a museum and ice cream during that time. We agree that she’ll come pick him up at the ice cream parlor when they’re done. My sister-in-law was born and raised in Russia, and has a noticeable accent. This happens at the ice cream parlor after she’s come to pick him up.)

Sister-In-Law: “Thanks so much for bringing him here.”

Me: “No problem.” *to nephew* “See you later. Bye.”

(They leave and then I’m gathering up my stuff to leave as well.)

Girl: *behind the counter* “I know that they need jobs, but I don’t think I’d leave my kids with them, you know?”

Me: “What?”

Girl: “Your nanny. Doesn’t it worry? I mean, human traffic is an issue over there.”

Me: “That was my brother’s wife. And the little boy was her child. He’s my nephew.”

(I wasn’t really sure what else to say, so I just left.)

Test-Driving Customers Away

| USA | Bigotry, Employees, Transportation

(I am a 22-year-old female from a family full of baby faces; we all look a bit younger than we really are. I am meeting a man to look at the used car he is selling, and I have brought my dad because I know very little about engines compared to him.)

Me: “May I take it for a test drive?”

Guy: “Uh, honey, do you have your license yet?”

Me: “Yes. I have been driving for six years.”

Guy: “Oh.”

(We go on the test drive. While I drive, the guy and my father have a conversation about cars that they like. We get back, and the guy continues to ignore me.)

Guy: *to my dad* “So, what are you looking to spend on her car?”

Dad: “Oh, no, this is all her money. I’m just along for the ride.”

Guy: *to me* “Sweetheart, is my car in your price range?”

(We left after that. His car was actually the cheapest one I looked at!)

Plasma Charged

| UT, USA | Bad Behavior, Bigotry, Bosses & Owners

(A few days prior to this, I had donated plasma. It’s similar to donating blood, but sometimes things go wrong when they return your cells to you, causing bruises. In my case, I have a hematoma that is close to three inches across due to a problem with the machine. Heading into the grocery store, in short sleeves due to the warm weather, I tromp around just picking up a few things I needed. As I’m doing this, I notice that a particular employee in a shirt and tie is following me around. Turning to look at him, I smile and greet him before heading off. I’ve picked up a couple sodas, some snacks, and noodles, when I turn to head up front. Picking a cashier, I start to check out, but notice that the girl’s taking a good bit longer than usual, trying to figure out prices and what not. It dawns on me then, based on my own prior experience in retail, that she’s stalling me. A few moments later, a pair of police officers enter the store, and talk to the man I saw earlier before turning and walking in my direction.)

Officer #1: “Sir, could we speak with you?”

Me: “Is something wrong?”

Officer #1: “We just need to speak with you, outside.”

Me: “Okay, let me pay for—“

Officer #1: “No, you need to come outside, sir.”

Me: “Going to explain to me why, or just be vague about it, Sergeant?”

Officer #1: “We don’t want to cause a scene here…”

Me: “No one is making a scene. I’m here shopping, about to pay, and wondering why the h*** you’ve been called.”

Manager: *the guy in the suit* “We don’t want your kind here! You need to leave.” *turning to the officers* “Make this leave!”

Me: “Woah, now, MY kind? What the h*** is that supposed to mean?”

Manager: *pointing at the bruise* “Addicts like you!”

(Looking to my arm, I chuckle and then hold up the card I was about to pay with. It’s a Visa card that the plasma places give you when you donate. They pay you for donations.)

Me: “Addict? Try plasma donor. However, if you don’t want me here, I’m certain that the officers will agree that if I pay, and then leave, that there’s no wrongdoing.”

(At this point the manager reaches out, grabbing my arm and pulling before giving me a hard shove, hard enough to knock over some displays as I stumble. Picking myself up, I look to the officers.)

Me: “You witnessed it. I was just assaulted. I wish to press charges.”

(The officers look to me, then back to the manager, reaching out to take him into custody. All the while he’s screaming about how they’re taking an addict’s side and not the right person. He was still yelling as I left, my bags in hand. Outside, the second officer noted that it probably would be a good idea if I avoided that store in future. Especially after plasma donations.)

Politically Incorrect

| Yorkshire, England, UK | Bigotry, Coworkers, Politics

(My dad used to volunteer for a political party that’s usually associated with middle-class and white-collar voters. Dad came from a working-class family but has a fairly ‘posh’ accent, so people in the party tended to think he was middle-class, too. He is just returning from doing door-to-door canvassing when he bumps into another volunteer.)

Volunteer: “How did it go?”

Dad: “I tried [Rough Council Estate] and [Affluent Area] today.”

Volunteer: *looking aghast* “You actually went to that estate?! Ugh, I’m surprised they didn’t try to mug you on the doorstop. I wouldn’t dare go there with all those teenage mothers and drug dealers and who-knows-what.”

Dad: “It honestly didn’t seem that bad.”

Volunteer: “No, no no. It’s not really safe on your own, and I doubt they’d even understand the campaign anyway. I don’t mean to be rude, but they aren’t especially intelligent.”

Dad: “Nobody wanted to support the campaign, but they were all quite polite about it.”

Volunteer: “Well, I find that rather hard to believe. People on those estates use such vulgar language, and they teach it to their children, too. It’s no wonder they grow up illiterate and going to state schools. Stop wasting your time there. I’m sure you had more luck in [Affluent Area]?”

Dad: *pleasantly* “Actually, the first house I visited was on your street. Mr [Volunteer], in the lovely five bedroom house? I distinctly remember him telling me to ‘get the f*** off my f****** property before I call the f****** police, you f****** t***.’ He tried to throw a shoe at me. It really took the wind out of my sails, so I thought I’d end things there for the day.”

Volunteer: *embarrassed* “Oh. Well. I suppose… these things… sometimes… happen. Perhaps it was a bad day? Um, I’m sure you’ll have better luck next time!” *rushes off*

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