Shopping while black brings about more anxiety for me than being behind the wheel of a car. Yes, I don’t drive – that’s a story for another day. The other day, I went into the local beauty supply store and walked around the aisles until I saw what I was looking for. A minute too long in the aisle, I was greeted by one of the workers asking if I needed help. I did not because, as I mentioned, I found what I needed but, something else caught my eye and I was reading the label when I was rudely interrupted.
