Thanks for this. Thanks very, very much.
One in return.
Once in college, I was driving my girlfriend's car to get ready for a formal dance, tux and all, and stopped for gas. I went to school in a small town in East Tennessee, and never really bothered to lock my car doors. I was feeling really goofy walking around in a tux among all the local factory workers just getting off day-shift, and when I looked back over my car pumping the gas I noticed that a really skanky-looking bunch had pulled in beside me and was staring at me and the car. Feeling uncomfortable, I passed back by the driver's side and locked the doors before I went in to pay.
When I came back out they were still here. I tried to open the car door and I realized that I had locked the keys in the car. Let me say that again, I was standing in rural Tennessee at 6pm, at a gas station, in a tuxedo, locked out of my car. I stood there and stared at it for about 5 minutes and one of the "skanky" people walked over and asked me if I had locked my keys in my car. I said yes. Without being asked, about 3 of them went to work and in 2 minutes I was getting in the car. They worked at a local junk yard and had endless knowledge of how to get into locked cars. I offered them what I would have had to pay a locksmith and they refused, saying only that someday I might pass by when they needed help.
I have never forgotten that. I pre-judged them, which directly caused me to get into a rotten situation, and then was helped out of it by the exact people I had pre-judged. Needless to say, the tuxedo had nothing to do with me feeling like an ass as I left.