Wednesday, August 5, 2020

9529 at Wendy's

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Yesterday, I was beset by diarrhea at the CVS in Copley Square.  I put my shopping basket on the floor in the aisle and walked out of the store.

I went to the first place that I thought of, a local business, but it was closed.  Then I went to Wendy's.  

A Wendy's employee, a Latina woman who seemed a few years older than I am, was walking toward the staircase.  Thinking that she might take pity on me, I asked "What's the code to the restroom?"  She said "You have to buy something first."

I went to the counter, where a black, male manager was standing next to a Latina cashier. A younger, black, male employee walked up to the manager and asked him a question.  Without preamble, I asked the manager "What's the code to the restroom?"  Indicating the cashier, he said "She will tell you."

I ordered small fries.  I said "What's the code to the restroom?"  She wouldn't tell me the code until my card had been approved.

I went upstairs.  Someone was in the women's restroom.  I waited.  I knocked, a polite, little tap.  The employee whom I had first encountered when I walked into the restaurant emerged, saw it was me, and whirled around, putting her hand on the restroom door to try to close it before I could get into the bathroom.

Some vestige of humane feeling, or perhaps the recognition that I was possible that I could be a valid customer who had purchased something which I didn't care to bring into the bathroom, moved her out of the way, as I said "I know the code; 9529," and caught the door before it could close.  Still standing the hallway, she said "95 what?"  "29," I said, my eyes on the stall as I charged into the bathroom.

I did not pick up my fries as I was leaving.  I did not attempt to speak to the manager, which there is no question is what I would have done before being profiled all over the United States as a "Karen."  I left in a welter of anger and confusion, and fear.  I didn't know who I could tell, or if I could tell anyone.