I stopped by a Thai restaurant tonight for dinner. It wasn’t one of those hip Asian fusion restaurants for white people; it was a no-frills, run-of-the-mill Thai restaurant with all Asian servers. I had been there once before, so I thought I knew what to expect.
As I was walking in, this old white lady in front of me held the door open, letting me go through first. I thanked her, walked in, and stopped to wait in front of the hostess station, which was vacant. Then something incredible happened: the old white lady followed me inside, perched herself behind the hostess station, and said, “Can I help you?”
At that moment my brain legitimately shut down. I couldn’t process what was happening. A white woman who looked like she could be somebody’s grandma, working at an Asian restaurant. I just gaped at her. She blinked at me, concerned. “Yes — what can I do for you?” she asked again, more slowly.
I quickly recovered — but I simmered in embarrassment for the next five minutes.