First off, the background:
I work at a consignment shop. By appointment, clients come in with a certain amount of items, one of us goes through the items to determine what we will take and what we won’t take. Our rules are quite clear: No rips, tears, stains, should be freshly laundered, and we are allowed to reject any item for any reason, be it a style that doesn’t sell, we already have too many of those items in stock, etc. We are very particular about what we take, as we are “quality consignment” as opposed to simply a second hand shop.
I went through one lady’s consignment today, and did my usual. I was cheerful with her, apologised when I got sidetracked (customers come first, consigners second, phone third) and explained why, then got back to her consignment. As I’d recognised her and her mother as regular customers, I mistakenly thought she already had an account with us, and quickly explained (cheerfully!) that this was my “yes” pile, and handed her back the “no” pile with the regular explanation of: “These were just the stained items, and that kind of thing,” that I say to all of our regulars. I went to hand her the smaller form for regular clients when she spoke up and told me she didn’t have an account, so I got her the bigger form and asked her to fill it out, and I’d make her a copy etc. All went well, she got her copy and went on her way, her mother purchased a few items, and off they all went.
An hour later, her mother comes back.
Now, if it makes a lick of difference, here is how it lays out: Her mother is white. She is African American. I am white.
Her mother came to me with tears in her eyes and her bag of “no” items in her hand, saying that her daughter was at home crying because she believed I rejected her items because of the colour of her skin. This shocked the hell out of me. My manager was standing beside me and came immediately to my defense, and we sorted through the bag together, showing her exactly why the items were rejected. The mother dried her eyes a bit and scolded me, telling me I should be far more sensitive to people of other races, since I couldn’t possibly know what it was like, because I was white. I told her I was sorry that her daughter felt that I rejected her items based on the colour of her skin, but that it simply wasn’t true. I would have gone out an apologised to her face if she had been there, but she wasn’t.
I am shaken. What the hell? There is that part of me that felt awful that she should feel that way, and I wonder if I should find her number tomorrow and give her a call, and explain to her who I am, that this is not a business call, this is from me to her, and tell her that that’s not who I am. Would that be too much? Should I truly be more sensitive to people of other races, and not treat them the way I treat everyone else, just because of the colour of their skin? Because we have so many people of all shapes, sizes, colours, and faiths who come to our store, and I reject and accept the same - it’s not about colour, it’s about the quality of the goods you bring me. Had I been an African American woman, would this lady have brought the clothes back to me in tears? Or was it just because of the colour of my skin?
How should I handle this, Dopers? I’ve never been in this situation before.