Racist

One of the people I kicked out of the store the other day came back
in (and was finishing off an abandoned cup of tea) and I kicked him
out. He demanded to know why I was kicking him out. I told him he
knew why, that I didn't want him back in, etc., etc. His last shot
was to accuse me of being racist.

I would have a hard time saying what race this gentleman is (Greek?
Russian? Arab? Albanian? Portuguese???). And I think I would have
been more upset if he had been black (although that's happened to me
before, too). Still, it stings a bit and I walked away before I was
engaged in some pointless argument. Because that's what it is. A kind
of gloved slap across the cheek. Just to get ones attention.