I am judged by my appearance and I am pissed.
I’m in a bar, and lets say I’ve dressed better. It’s one of those roll out of bed days, and in need of a vodka orange juice.
So.. I hear the manager whisper something to the waitress and look my way
Could it be because I’m wearing a messy oversized green trample shirt? Or a hat indoors? Or I have a kaki jacket with a bob Marley badge on it… Strange because today is one of my really good days!
So why the cold shoulder?
First impressions matter – its the ugly truth.
These guys don’t wanna know me, and are reluctant to serve me! Ouch!! They will never know that I can buy out the bar. Ah well.. I won’t be doing that, I will just resume this awkwardness of ordering and being looked down on.
(If your going to Marzá, in Barcelona close to via Augusta.. don’t dress like me)