I was struggling with what(or if) to write today when I read LA’s post for today and it reminded me of a story from my college days.
It must have been close to Christmas or my girlfriend(now wife)’s birthday. I was in the process of trying to get a decent gift for her even though I was poor and she was and still is a very hard person for whom to shop. Somehow, I had settled on buying her a nice globe. I’m assuming she must have mentioned it. I can’t imagine how I would have come up with that otherwise. This leads me to the story.
There was a leather place near my apartment that had globes. I planned to go there to take a look. The day I decided to browse came after I had been sick for a few days. I woke up that weekend feeling better, but still too tired to deal with shaving and such. My hair looked like it does in the below picture. I had several days of stubble. I put n jeans and my denim jacket(I was very cool) and headed out.
As I browsed the store, not one person who worked there said a word to me. They helped other customers, but I was ignored. I guess I looked too poor to be able to afford anything in the store. I browsed. I found an option but decided to look elsewhere before buying anything.
It turned out, unfortunately, that the globe I found there was the best option. The next time I had a chance to go in was right after church. This time I was clean-shaven. I was wearing a suit. My hair was probably in better shape. As soon as I walked in everyone wanted to help me. it was obvious the last time I was there I was judged based on my clothes and my stubble.
Looking back, I wish I had said something about my first visit. Or, I wish I had gone back a third time as the grungy college student to make the purchase. But I was a quieter person with less self-esteem back then so I just quietly bought the globe and left.
I hate places that judge customers on their appearance and these days would find another option instead of shopping there.