There were three of us in the waiting room: two Black women and one White woman. (That would be me.)
I was called by the mechanic to chat about my car needs:
Mechanic (to me, The White Woman): Ma’am, I’d like to talk to you about your Volvo.
Me: Actually, I’m the 2006 Honda with no grill.*
Mechanic: You aren’t driving the Volvo?
Me: Nope. One of those other ladies must drive the Volvo.
I was wearing yoga pants and my Cindy Bolbach for Moderator t-shirt. The Volvo lady was wearing a really nice suit. So, why in the world would someone think I was the owner of the Volvo, unless it was because ______?
*Someone took my car grill a couple weeks ago. Really.