A friend, her daughter and I went into an upscale Asian bakery for shave ice and macarons. Besides a customer already served and seated, we were the only customers present.
The layout was a display case abutted by the cashier’s station. My friend placed her order with the counter attendant over the display case, which held the selection of macarons, then sidestepped to the cashier’s stand where the listing of shave ice flavored was more visible, and ordered from it and paid. As this was going on, I was standing next to her, anticipating being served next.
However, as we stood at the cashier’s, an Asian woman had entered and was at the display case. Instead of acknowledging me, the woman behind the counter went back and took her order. OK, I assumed that the display case was the “Place Order Here” section where I should have stayed put, so I went back there and waited for the Asian woman customer to finish at the cash register.
But then as I stood there, an Asian man entered and stood waiting at the cash register. The counter attendant asked to take his order, and he pointed to me, it being obvious to him that I was there before him. At this point, I was in “this really looks like what it looks like,” and I left to join my friend.
Note: the only customers in the bakery were the six I’ve listed. It was not a crowd where one could get lost in the shuffle.
I mooched a macaron from my friend and said “I am going to so Yelp this place,” but when I did, there were already two Yelps from white customers saying the same thing.
Anyway, here’s the Accommodations section of the Civil Rights Act, written when Black diners had salt dumped in their cokes or hamburgers suddenly boosted from fifty cents to five dollars. Was there a “just suck it up, white boy, you just imagined it” sub-clause I’ve missed?