At the Sinclair station on 89, there were four of us at the check out counter and one check out person. I was at the register on one side. The tall bald guy with a mustache was across from me getting checked out. He and I both had someone behind us in line. We were all being jovial, teasing with strangers. Then the guy with the mustache tells a racist joke.
The scene went solidly cold. The vibe was unmistakable: Everyone Thinks You're An Asshole.
He left fast then. I checked out and went to the car and thought good on us, the people in the Sinclair.