Hey guys, I know you might think that this blog post kind of breaks my promise I made not to talk about the accident again. But it's just one short mention and don't worry - I'm not using real names for privacy reasons...
So where was I? Oh yes, the moment when me and my father went to Grand Appliance store. We were looking for a new dishwasher since ours broke down (the repairman said that happens quite often with our model). So we wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible without having to buy another brand-name machine. Of course we didn't want to spend too much money on it either. All in all, you can kind of say that we were pretty desperate because no one wanted to sell us a dishwasher due to the reasons I mentioned above.
At first we were heading toward The Bay but after realizing that they won't even take a look at it and all we can do is buy a new machine, we decided to go for Grand Appliance store which was located across the street from there. At this point I want you to pay attention on how my father and I looked like: me wearing my usual ripped jeans with holes in them (everybody knows that) and an old T-shirt (though no one ever noticed something like that), and my father... Well, he didn't look much better than me anyway....
The thing is... We arrived at the store and as soon as we walked through the entrance we were approached by a woman who asked us how she could help. My father tried to explain what was wrong with our dishwasher and that we wanted to get rid of it but the moment he said the word "dishwasher" this lady kind of went through some sort of a weird change right before my eyes! She looked at him as if he had just threatened her or something and there she was, staring at me and my father like we were some kind of aliens (maybe because we didn't look pretty much like people who would be able to buy anything from there). Oh well... Welcome back to reality where rich snobs rule!
In this post I talked about the time I went to a store with my father and how we were treated. At first, things seemed great - but then it all changed when they realized that we didn't have much money and couldn't afford anything in their store. It's unbelievable how just by looking at us you can tell if we're rich or not! The woman who was helping us looked like she would rather be anywhere else than talking to someone like me or my dad. She gave up on trying to help so quickly because of our appearance and background - even though there are many people out there who come from backgrounds where they don't have as much privilege as others do...