I’ve told you all about my daughters “special day” breakfast. When she has a big event, test, law team, match, she gets what she refers to as the breakfast of champions- egg and cheese on a roll with a nestle chocolate milk from the corner bodega. And I always get this for her- she tells me what time she needs it and I plan accordingly.
We had this all set up for the day of her college interview. I had gone to the gym and I was getting dressed (for the record- I know exactly how long it will take me to get dressed) After my make up was on, I was blowing out my hair. In my bathrobe. My daughter called to me that mass transit was screwed up and she needed extra commute time- could I get her sandwich early?
Sure. I threw on the clothes closest to me- which were my writing clothes. Now, I have specific writing clothes- they are comfy. And by comfy I mean loose. By loose I mean at least one size too big. Really big sweat pants. Really big flannel shirt. And my scruffy dog walking shoes. I grabbed six dollars out of my wallet and ran across the street.
I ordered my sandwich from the same counter guy who has worked there forever. I heard him say $2.95 to the cashier. Before I paid, I realized I forgot the chocolate milk, so I ran to get it.
Again I approached the counter and said to the cashier- egg and cheese- pointing to the sandwich. She rang it up.
“6.80$” she said
I’ve been buying this combo for nine years. I have a pretty good idea what it costs.
“How much is the sandwich?” I ask.
“Really?” I look back to the price board
And then the cashier starts to back track. She says what’s the sandwich and starts blubbering all the things people say when they’ve been caught out.
See- I’m pretty sure she thought I was homeless.
So she tried to take advantage of this.
So here’s my message for today: Don’t judge people by what they wear, or how they look.