When I was 12, I was at a deli paying for my items. The man behind the counter asked for my “digits.” I froze and finally said no. He persisted and wouldn’t let me check out for a few minutes. I went home, extremely shaken and told my mom what happened. She went down and spoke to the manager and he assured her it wouldn’t happen again. Even so, I avoided that store like the plague… I was scared it would happen again; I wouldn’t even look in the window. I had been shopping there all my life and suddenly felt afraid to set foot inside.
– RE
Location: Upper West Side, NYC
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