i was in zet's this evening picking up dinner. a guy in an expensive looking suit was sitting with his equally expensive looking suit friends. i walked in and he actually stopped chewing to look me up and down and rolled his eyes, then started to whisper at his friends who then all turned to look at me. then they started to laugh among themselves.
i was wearing beat up shoes, pants with snow to the knees, a jacket with a tear in it and my hair was messed up and it wasn't tied back as tight as it was. i had just finished shoveling the driveway of a man in his 60's who has been a friend of the family for 40 years, walks on 2 canes and was just diagnosed with 2 golf ball size tumors in his liver and will probably not live to see the summer.
where i was isn't really important to the story, it is just amazing to me that in 2013 people still get judged on how they look and if you think you have money all of a sudden you are better than someone else.