Earlier this evening, I was at a restaurant picking up a meal. I've never been to this restaurant before, but I had ordered food and had it delivered from this restaurant in the past, so I figured I'd just go and get it this time around.

I had a nice conversation going with the person behind the counter and all was pretty light and reasonable until I handed her my card. She looked at it, then looked at me, and then asked me for identification. I flinched, and my entire mood changed. I haven't been asked that question once since I've been in Reno, and my mind immediately flashed back to past times, where I knew there was an inequity going on.

I remember back in the day when others in a restaurant didn't believe the credit card belonged to me, no matter who I was with. What, a young black man can't have a gold credit card? Yeah, maybe I was sensitive, but yet I'd then wonder why they didn't make such an assumption with anyone else; trust me, I kept my eyes open. Some people say that minorities go out of their way to notice racism; I like to say that many people have their eyes closed when racism is occurring, and only if they're impacted in some way do they notice when it occurs.

Many is the time when I've been behind a white person who did the same thing I did, yet I was the one who got questioned. Many times I ignored it, but sometimes I'd say something to the effect of "you didn't ask him/her for that", and I'd always get some stupid response back. Goodness, not on the credit card side of things, but every once in awhile I'd go up to the person I saw following me in a store and ask them if I could help them, since they were obviously interested in me; you should see those people stammer.

Anyway, back to this evening. I showed her my identification, then said "I hope you do this for everyone who comes in."

She said she did, and I said "Well, I hope so, because I would hate to think that this has anything to do with my race, since there's only 1.2% of black people in Reno."

She said "Oh no, I always ask, but people seem to get mad at me when I ask for it."

I said "That's because you're possibly the only restaurant in town that asks for it. But we're going to see if that's true, because in the next 30 days I'm going to come into this restaurant for a meal, and I'm going to be watching how people are checked out, and if no one else is asked, and then I go to check out and I'm asked, I'm going to file a discrimination suit against this restaurant and become a very rich man." And I left.

Now, I probably won't ever go into that restaurant again, which is a shame because their food is pretty good. It may be policy, and it might not be. However, there's two things at work here that are bothering me. The first is that I felt disrespected and a victim of racial profiling, whether I was or not. I felt it because of things I've experienced in my past. I'm going to be half a century later this year, and I think that's long enough for me to feel a gut reaction to things such as this, though I can't help it.

And, if this really is something they do for everyone, and all the other cashiers notice that their clientele is hesitant and gets upset when they're asked, and yet this restaurant continues the practice, it says that they're missing a fundamental aspect of how customer service works. There isn't anything in the world that's tasty enough or valuable enough that will keep people coming back to a place that makes them uncomfortable. And if management isn't paying attention to this, then this is a restaurant chain that just needs to go away, no matter how delicious their fare is.

Is the past ever really the past? I guess it's not.