Scene from a Taco Bell

I stopped by the Taco Bell on campus last Friday afternoon. Just as I got to the front of the line the manager, who happened to be a white guy, said to nobody in particular, "Can anybody stay for a couple more hours?" All three of the crew on shift, who just happened to be African Americans, shot their hands into the air. The manager took a look at the schedule.

When the manager looked up he told the one male crewmember that he couldn't do it because it would put him over hours for the week. The crewmember went back to the line to work on my tacos, which ended up having a lot more meat and cheese than I would had expected.

Next, the manager told one of the female crewmembers that she couldn't do it because he needed someone who was trained to work the line. Her expession, which had been hopeful, fell. For the rest of the time that I was there she stood motionless with a scowl on her face.

The last female crew, who had managed to pull a few more hours of minimum wage work, beamed and bubbled like nobody's business. It was like she had won the lottery.

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