It was around 9pm, and I had to deposit some checks at my bank. It being after-hours of course, I used my debit card to enter the ATM booth, which wasn’t huge but it had four different ATMs in it, so it wasn’t tiny either.
I hadn’t endorsed the checks yet, so I went to the counter and to my surprise (or not) there were no pens. As I cursed the bank under my breath, I turned around and saw there was only one person in there with me: a woman who looked to be in her late 50’s or so. She was using one of the ATMs. I politely (or so I thought) waited at the counter until she was done with her transaction. When she turned around, I said “Pardon me, ma’am, you wouldn’t happen to have a pen, would you?”.
She proceeded to quickly zip her purse up and say something, but it was so quiet I couldn’t tell what it was. She was looking down at her purse as she said it, and she was very meek about it. I thought maybe she was suggesting what to do about my situation, so I said, “Oh, I’m sorry?”.
With a little more determination now, having secured her purse, she looked me right in the eye and said, “No I do not. And I don’t think you should be hanging around ATMs. Now get away from me before I call the police.”
As shocked as I was (and strangely, my feelings were kind of hurt), I managed to hold up my checks and say, “I’m sorry. I was just trying to make a deposit and there are no pens here.”
She quickly shot by me and was out the door without another word. I then went outside and asked a street vendor (who, by the way, had a knife wound on his face and looked like he was missing an eye) if he had one and received a “Sure thing, buddy” and “No problem” when I returned it to him.
The thing is, I can understand where she was coming from. This is New York City, after all, and I’m sure it’s scary to be an older woman by yourself here. And I can see how someone might ask for a pen only to grab the purse that would now be exposed and opened.
On the other hand, I’m just a skinny boy from Oklahoma… I’m pretty sure I don’t give off any signs of danger, and I was holding up the two checks for her to see them. I feel bad for scaring her, but I also feel like I was somehow a victim of profiling or something… it kind of gave me a glimpse of what it must be like to be treated like that on a constant basis. Not fun.