Rich racist Karen demands I park her car and calls me Hispanic slurs.

So I make her dumpster dive for her keys.

Here's what happened.

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Some time ago I had a job as a runner for a crappy horror movie company.

Part of my job as a runner was to go to the bank to make various deposits and withdrawals for both the company and the boss.

I went to the bank almost every day, sometimes multiple times a day.

The bank was in a really upscale neighborhood.

So it was not uncommon to see some really high-end cars in the nearby lot where I parked.

The lot wasn't free if you were just parking to walk the area, but you could get validation if you went to certain specific businesses, like the bank a few buildings away.

At this point I had been at my job for about three and a half years, which meant I had been to this lot easily about a thousand times.

I knew a lot of the workers in the area by name, including the lot workers themselves.

We talked a lot, and oftentimes I could get away with not getting validation even on days I wasn't working.

I was in my mid-20s and was often in shorts, flip-flops, and a merchandise shirt from my company.

We didn't have any uniforms, so they just gave me a ton of shirts from their movies.

So I would have some kind of identifier while I was out working. Now I should mention that

I'm Hispanic with pretty dark skin.

I normally wouldn't even bother mentioning that because who cares?

You know who does care?

Rich entitled people.

I've seen my fair share of veiled racism and typecasting over the years. Heck, even at that lot,

I've been asked multiple times to park people's cars. They usually apologize and look

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