Apparently some fast food managers have the notion that calling out orders by the customers' names rather than by order number gives the place a more sophisticated ambiance. i don't agree with that premise; their chicken nuggets are still every bit as disgusting as anyone else's, and it's none of their business what my name is. anyway, i found myself in such a joint, and since i wasn't going to give my real name, or argue about it, i just made one up. i don't remember exactly what pseudonym i gave, but it was an ethnic sounding name derived from the swahili word for 'burden on society' -something like je'qwanzaa. the kid at the register didn't give a shit about anything -just asked me how to spell that (lol). i had no idea, told him i didn't care (no one else was around to steal my food anyway). some mulattress wearing an 'asst mngr' nametag must have overheard this, and waddled over. she asks if that's really my name (no.) and accused me of making fun of 'her people' (no comment). she cancelled the order, said she didn't want 'my kind' in her store, and invited me to gtfo. i figure this only happened because i'm white. if i'd been black, she'd have assumed my single momma really was dumb enough to name me that and not given me any grief about it. that makes it a clear violation of the civil rights act. i've left a message with ben crump's office and am waiting for him to call me back.