But in my experience, black people damned well notice other black people's race, and are fairly likely to use it in a description or retelling.
Former Boss used to laugh at me a lot because I, personally, use race as the last descriptor and even then, only if nothing else I am saying is getting through. I told her, "You could be lost in a room of a thousand white people and I would ask everyone if they saw the woman in the red dress before I asked if they saw the black woman." She thought that was hilarious.
I gotta say, in an airport, holding both luggage and a small child's hand, I both stand on the escalator AND block the whole thing. Please don't hurt me.
Counter services is one of the things I like about New York, because the counter person will yell at other people who try to get ahead of you. In most other places, the guy who pushes ahead gets served, while the other people stew and glare. Of course, the counter person will also yell at you if you don't have your order ready, but that part is under my control.
Even on escalators not in airports, people with small children get exemptions.
Disabled people generally greet each other. Which generally isn't time-consuming till you're at an ADA event or something.
maybe we got it from black people.
Airports are different.
No they aren't! (But, yes, people with small children get exemptions...unless the children are old enough to be told to move to the right)
How wide do they make the escalators on the East Coast? Most of the ones here really aren't wide enough to comfortably accommodate one set of adults moving past another to the side.
Adding to my list of things that make me a crappy person, the sound of a child whining or crying sets my teeth on edge, unless the child belongs to me in some way. Like, Noah or my niece or someone like that crying has no affect other than nurturing said child.
Stranger kids? I have to get as far away from the crying as possible.
