Changing Room “Karen”
Or when shopping without my white husband's privilege becomes a nightmare
We are nearing the end of the summer sales here, and I decided to go see if there were any good deals to be made. The store was quiet, and I was glad to have avoided the crowds. I picked up some nice dresses and went toward the changing rooms, relieved that they weren’t at all busy. I was going to try on all the clothe…
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