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Ma’am Where’s The Juice? My Daughter Is Biracial
And other weird racial encounters I’ve had working as a cashier
Working as a cashier in a diverse community offers many advantages. You encounter wonderful people, individuals who are as diligent as you are, coming to the grocery store to provide for their families or to find items necessary for their health. The staff can vary, being either cool or difficult, but overall, my tenure as a cashier from 2013 to 2017 was fascinating, particularly interacting with the non-Black population. Here is my story.
She announced she had a mixed child…
The night was dragging on, rainy and sluggish, with roughly an hour of work remaining for me. Stationed at my register beside the large windows, I had a clear view of the parking lot being battered by the relentless, silvery downpour. Occasionally, a few drenched souls would drift in, eager and impatient to return to the warmth of their homes.
I was cleaning up my area with a few sanitizing wipes, when a pale woman with wet, multicolored hair and large eyes, put a few items on my belt. She looked as if she weighed exactly five pounds and wore a worried expression on her face.
“Glad I caught ya! Hey, do you know where the small orange juice boxes are?” A broken…
