I fully understand microaggressions, but most days I act like I don't.
Earlier today, I was helping a customer at work when I realized within about thirty seconds that I was not the salesperson she was hoping for. You know that look people get when life hands them the generic brand instead of the name brand? Yeah...that look.
Now, a lot of people assume I don't pick up on subtle social cues. I'm the oldest of four kids. Two of my siblings are girls, and I grew up surrounded by sisters, cousins, aunties, and enough female conversations to earn an honorary degree in Reading Between the Lines.
So when someone says, "Oh...you work here?" with that extra seasoning on it, I hear the entire paragraph they didn't say out loud.
The funny part is that people are often shocked when I respond directly.
Them: "I didn't mean anything by it."
Me: "I know exactly what you meant by it."
Them: 😳
What makes it even funnier is that because I stay calm, people assume I missed the insult. No, ma'am. I saw it, heard it, translated it, and filed it away. I just chose not to turn a customer service interaction into an episode of Real Housewives: Retail Edition.
Sometimes people mistake restraint for obliviousness.
Trust me, they're not the same thing.
I understand the assignment. I just decided not to submit extra credit.












































































