Something suddenly came over Sandra, a moment of crystal clarity. This. Was! INSANE!! Becoming a black woman was one thing. Becoming non-binary and severely autistic was a little crazy, but she could overlook it. But now Shaniquah was going to cripple her body out of some demented quest to "understand." Sandra should never have let her come here; she should have stopped Shaniquah back when she was still Patrick. She should have gotten Patrick psychiatric help! Who the hell actually wants to be oppressed?! Well, she could do something now, and she goddamn would!
Just as the glass brushed Shaniquah's lips, Sandra lunged at it and slapped it from her hand. Shaniquah looked on in horror as the glass of soda flew across the shop, almost in slow motion. It crashed to the floor with a sickening crunch, glass shards flying everywhere as the soda spilled onto the floor. Shaniquah screamed and ran towards the puddle trying to lick it off the linoleum tiles. A burly janitor who'd come to investigate the sound of the crash pushed her away as he began to mop up the precious drink.
"Beat it," said the janitor. "I got a job to do. And watch your step. There's a bunch of broken glass 'round here."
Shaniquah sat on the floor as she watched the janitor mop. She put her hands back over her ears and bawled. "NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, NOOOOOOOOO!! FIX THIS, FIX THIS!! OPPRESS ME, OPPRESS ME!!" She lay on the floor and flailed her arms and legs around in a tantrum.
Sandra approached Shaniquah to try to soothe her. Much to her surprise, Shaniquah leaped on her and punched her face hard. "YOU!!" Shaniquah screamed. "YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!! WHY DID YOU DO THAT?! I THOUGHT YOU WERE MY FRIEND!!"
Sandra wiped some blood from her nose. "I am your friend, Shaniquah. That's why I had to stop this. I get that your intentions are noble, but you're seriously hurting yourself in this quest to take home the gold medal in wokeness. I couldn't let you actually drink that and put yourself into a wheelchair or worse!"
"IT WAS STILL MEAN!!" Shaniquah shouted. She ran up to the clerk. "Get me another drink! I need to stop being privileged now!"
"Look, I'm really sorry," said the clerk, "but that was the only serving of that flavor we had in the building. It isn't exactly what you'd call popular. It may be months or even a year before we get it back in stock."
Shaniquah froze in horrified shock as Sandra ran up and began whispering soothing things in a desperate effort to snap Shaniquah out of it. After a while, Shaniquah seemed to calm down just a bit.
The clerk cleared her throat awkwardly. "Well... Is... Is that everything ladies?" She looked expectantly at Shaniquah, clearly hoping it was.