This Is Why We Don’t Color Code People, Part 2
CELLPHONE STORE | RIGHT | SEPTEMBER 4, 2012
(I work at a mall kiosk store for a major telecom company in Canada. One morning, two full-time employees and I are all at work. I’m white, but the other two are Iranian and Filipino. A customer comes in.)

Customer: “Are you available?”

Me: “I can be.”

Customer: “Oh, thank God! I don’t think that g***…” *gestures to my Filipino coworker* “…over there is smart enough to fix my problem.”

Me: “Excuse me?!”

Customer: “You know what I mean! Does that P*** even speak English?”

Me: “Sir, you can leave now.”

Customer: “EXCUSE ME?!”

Me: “Leave, sir. I need you to leave the area around my kiosk.”

Customer: “I want to speak with your manager.”

Me: “Very well, sir. Would you like to speak with the assistant manager, too?”

Customer: *nods*

(I wave over my Iranian and Filipino coworkers, who happen to be the managers.)

Filipino Coworker: “Hello, sir, what seems to be the problem?”

Customer: “Is this a joke!? I’m leaving!”

All Three Of Us: “Thank you, sir!”