We went to visit our friend who has just started working at her aunt’s clothes store which is located very near to us. I turned to the rack closest to me on the left, and there were two ladies, one on each end. Naturally, I pick up a dress in the middle of the rack. The lady on my right reacts towards me like I just poured acid on her, and says scathingly, “Excuse me, can’t you see?”
At first, I think she’s got to be joking. But of course, she’s not. I’m definitely not the type who just backs down easily from arguments or accusations, especially ridiculous and unfounded ones, so I reply, “This is a rack and people are allowed to browse through them.” Which planet did she come from anyway? Was I browsing HER rack? 
She gives me the most vile look and throws the dress she is looking at on the floor, yells “Go back to your own country! What about personal space?!” and then elbows past me.
I’ve had a few racist remarks thrown at me before, but usually they’re just labels like ‘fucking Asian’, and I don’t really care because clearly, these people don’t have a brain to process more offensive insults. Yes, I’m Asian. Duh. Glad we clarified that you’re not all that blind, save for that stupid shirt you’re wearing. I’ve heard these words thrown at me through closing elevator doors (chicken, anyone?), outside clubs and pubs, and I try not to let it get to me cause I like to think that by doing so, I’m being the better person; I’m not sinking to their level.
But frankly, thinking back now, I wish I had slapped her across the face. I just need to keep repeating to myself that at least I’m not gonna wake up tomorrow like her, all bitter, sour and rotten. The other lady reassured me that I had done nothing wrong, and that she must be completely mental. Toto remarked that she must not have gotten laid in a long time. They both made me feel much better. 
