When white people assume that black people are the help (or that they work at a place.)
So I'm at the Aquarium on Saturday, standing at the parking pay place. My sis is in town visiting, and she and the children have gone on ahead.
I'm wearing a cute little purple flowered blouse, earrings, capri jeans, and holding my designer bag on my shoulder. I am folding and stuffing a dollar bill into the pay slot.
So WHYYYYYYY does this 65+ year old white woman there with her teenage granddaughter come up to me and ask, "Do we just pay you?"
Me: "No, you wouldn't pay me because I don't work here,
bitch." '[Like the "you", the "bitch" was understood.]
Her: "Oh. Well, do you know how we pay?" [Note the lack of apology.]
I preceded to explain it to her in the most talking-to-a-remedial-idiot voice that I could muster.
Paint me white. Attired and accessorized as I was, would she have assumed I worked at the parking lot? Hell, no! But I guess a black girl can't be going to the aquarium, huh? What else could I be doing there? I must be the help.