At the pool today, a Parks Security guy (Hispanic, height- and posture-challenged, “gifted”-looking), armed with a green t-shirt and a gentle, slightly confused smile, asked a woman (African-American) if she was with the camp. (A section of the pool is blocked off for camps.) She said, “No,” so he asked to look inside her bag, at which point she got indignant, as only… (I’ll stop here lest I come off as sexist or something, but I think you know what I mean. Maybe not “only” but “especially.”)
“So if I had said I was with the camp, you wouldn’t check my bag?”
He stayed calm (though he still looked confused) and asked her to open the bag for him.
She opened it and, as he was about to look inside, shoved it less than an inch from his face, took it back down, and walked off.
He hesitated for maybe a second, then followed her and escorted her off the premises.
The look on her face was priceless.
I don’t know if there’s a point to this, but the scene stuck with me. Mostly because the characters seemed so mismatched (the odds would have been 7-5 in her favor).
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