One time when I was about six, I saw this black lady in Walmart, and she had a pick comb in her hair. I didn’t realize it was for fashion because I thought combs were strictly for hair styling. So naive six year old me decides to say “I think you forgot to take out your comb.” And the look she gave me made me realize true terror. I rarely give out advice anymore.

So this one time in Walmart…

I fell and twisted my ankle. It was so swollen I couldn’t even stand on it. So my mom gave me permission to get one of those scooter things. Well I got one, and was on my way back to my mom when this old dude came up and started cussing me and brother out about how lazy our generation was and then told us we needed to get off the scooter and put it back for someone else to use. So we did, and I limped back to my mom. When she asked why we didn’t have a scooter, we told her what happened. She was furious and asked what the dude looked like and what he was wearing. All we could remember was that he was wearing a white shirt. About that time, a man, his wife, and two kids walked around the corner of the isle. And the man just happened to be wearing a white shirt. So my mom tore into him about he needed to mind his own business and that I had permission to get that scooter because I was hurt. But the thing was, the man who had been mean to us was an old white dude, and the man currently being screamed at by my mother was a young black man with a family. It was chaos. My mom was screaming at the man, we were screaming at her that this wasn’t the perpetrator, and he was slowly backing away with his hands in the air saying “I don’t know what you’re talking about” and when she kept screaming he finally said “I’m sorry, ma’am” Finally my mom heard us. And she looked at the man one last time and just walked off. He and his family just sat there open mouthed staring after her. And at this moment I knew what true embarrassment was.