Personal Narrative: My Job As A Dairy Queen Cashier

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When I think about a time that I confronted a seemingly unsurmountable moment of adversity, one situation comes straight into my mind. At the time, the incident did not seem much bigger than me or the small town that I live in. However, after telling my family what happened and paying more attention to the news, I have come to realize that it was much bigger. This is the story of my job as a Dairy Queen cashier, my confrontation with racism, and its impact on my mind. To begin with, I picked up a job at Dairy Queen my senior year of high school. My parents had surprised me with a brand-new truck so I wanted to give back to them. Every paycheck I earned went straight to them. Obviously, it was not the greatest job ever, but I got promoted from …show more content…

Next, a couple stepped up and quickly started stating their order so fast that I could not keep up. It also did not help that they kept changing their minds. So as respectfully as I could, I said, “I’m sorry sir can you slow it down and repeat the order for me.” Then, the elderly, Caucasian man, who I had never met, said “Come on now you crossed the border to get a job like this you should at least be able to do it right." I paused for a moment. Then, confused, angry, and with my feelings hurt, I just turned around and found my manager. I do not know exactly why I did, but at the moment it I did not even have to think twice if walking off was the right thing to do. I explained to my manager what had just occurred and let her know that I needed to go home. She replied, "I do not want you to but I completely understand why." So, I got my stuff, walked passed the counter where the elderly people and the man were still standing, with my chin up, got in my truck and left home. I could feel them staring at me as I walked out. From my peripherals, I could see a couple of them with their jaws dropped. Even though I knew walking off was the right thing, it was not easy and it did not take away from the hurt that this stranger's words had caused me. On my way home I just kept seeing his face in my head when I walked off. He was confused and looked as if he did not know he said anything wrong. I kept asking myself, "Should I have said something to him?

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