Prejudice is BAD!

About all of what I am going to write happened yesterday evening. I am kind of shocked that all these things happened in only 6 1/2 hours, but in that time, I decided that you should not prejudge people. And its not just judging them by their bad qualities, but their good qualities as well.

Yesterday when I came into work, I smiled at the fact that we had two more victims, meaning two new employees. Our assistant manager was teaching them how to do things, and they kept getting in the way while I had to make food. Ah, that brought back memories (mostly bad ones). There was one guy, Mr. Soap, and a girl. I knew they probably had no idea what they were doing, so since I was the oldest one there (not by age, meaning how long I've worked there) I helped them do things so that they were always busy.

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That made me happy most of the day. But after a really bad experience with a bus load of volleyball girls from Idaho got pissed that our lobby was closed, (and they called my manager complaining), Mr. Soap and the other girl working with us, Ash, started going off on what made them mad, and I learned a lot of things about Mr. Soap's past by listening to them. [deleted as well]
What I have learned from this is that you should not just assume what someone is like without knowing the complete story, which is what I do not have. The problem with people is they hear just one thing, and they believe it must be true and then they do not like that person anymore. Thus, I have decided to do the opposite and accept people for who they are and what they do.

I am not sure if that was helpful in any way, but the basic moral of this story is "Prejudice is bad."

Oh, and later that night he asked if I really couldn't go, and that's when he found out I was 16. Ah, that was great. I laughed my head off.