Prejudice

Yesterday the boy and I went to look at a car. As we got to the garage the heavens opened and so we huddled under our umbrella peeking through the various car windows sussing out the specs on offer As you'd expect under such circumstances it wasn't long before a salesman came out and, under ruse of offering us shelter, lured us into the shiny showroom to look at the various models in more comfort. As it goes he was actually incredibly helpful and not remotely pushy (always a bonus if you ask me) and as we were genuinely interested in learning more about the deals on offer we sat down to talk figures. It was at this point that the salesman suddenly asked us if we were happy to have him go through this with us or whether we would prefer another member of staff. He explained that due to his physical disabilities (he had a bad limp and some facial paralysis which resulted in a slight slurring of speech, caused by brain damage at birth), some customers preferred to see another salesman. We were pretty dumbfounded. He was friendly, knowledgeable and helpful and NOT PUSHY. Give me that over a wide boy with a cheeky grin and a long line in banter any day of the week! That anyone would be prejudiced enough to overlook these traits because he looked and sounded a little different is abhorrent, especially in the supposed advanced society that we live in. We still haven't decided whether or not to buy the car yet but if we decide we want it we know for sure who we will be buying it from.