I've had a few racial encounters... it doesn't seem to let up as you get older.
I remember having to work weekends...
and I was the only non-white in the team on site.
the senior manager will come around asking everyone what they want to drink... coffee, tea, cuppa... etc as he is buying.
He then leaves to get the drinks while we're all working.
Break time arrives, and we leave the 'war room' (the room where we work in), and then go to a break room.
Every one else is sipping their drink of choice, plus enjoying biscuits.
and here I am, witnessing how the 'spare' coffee was giving to a visitor who wasn't even there in the morning (when we ordered our drinks). Essentially the visitor was given my coffee.
The manager doesn't apologise to me... he doesn't even acknowledge what he did. No no, I should obviously be more understanding.
It's always that 'subtle little extra' that always does you in.
He just grabs the biscuits/cookies packet, and then wiggles it at me... like I'm some caged animal that will be content with a cookie over the coffee that I had ordered.
It's not about the coffee really. It's the principle. You know?