This past weekend, my family and I drove down to Buffalo for a day of good ol' American shopping. Midday, we decided to take a break. I got in line at a popular joint in the food court. When I reached the front of the line, this is the conversation shared between me and the cashier.
Cashier: (Upon seeing me) "Oh you'll have to wait, she will help you, I don't understand you." (indicating to the cashier on her left).
Me: "Excuse me?" (giving her a look of disbeleif).
Cashier: "Oh you cool, I understand you, ya I can help you."
Me: "Excuuuuuuuuuse me?"
Cashier: "Oh I couldn't understand the other lady *giggles* (an elder Indian lady was in front of me in line) but you cool, your English is good."
Me: "You know what, that is extremely racist and you are stereotyping me, just because I wear a scarf doesn't mean I don't speak English and that certainly isn't the way you speak to customers."
Cashier: (glances everywhere but at me). *giggles* "Okay so what can I help you with."
Me: (Through clenched teeth I gave her my order, it was for someone else otherwise I would have promptly stormed off.)
I got my receipt and went off to my family's table and blew off my steam. When I went back to wait for our order, I saw the manager in the front. I told him what happened, and told him that whatever her views/problems were, that wasn't the way to speak to customers. He gave me a weak "okay I'll talk to her" which wasn't very convincing.
In short....WHAT'S UP WITH THAT?!?! (yes I'm still fuming)