Guilty of prejudging people

[tyred]

SOme of the biggest criminals of all wear suits and ties and hold positions of authority.

 

[Tin Pot]

I had a Nigerian customer who looks quite, er, bush. The story went that he was at a trade fair eyeing a ballpoint pen making machine and when eventually the sales bloke got round to asking if he was interested in buying one, he was astonished to be asked to quote for twenty. The Nigerian is now a billionaire with a huge manufacturing empire and property all over London.

Bush?

 

[Profpointy]

Bush?

it conjoured up an image of the chap carrrying a spear and having a bone through his nose, so I'm glad you asked

 

[Tin Pot]

it conjoured up an image of the chap carrrying a spear and having a bone through his nose, so I'm glad you asked

Ah.

Not what 'bush' conjures up for me.

 

[ColinJ]

Ah.

Not what 'bush' conjures up for me.

 

[stephec]

Reminds me of a story my dad told me years ago. A farmer he knew went straight from working into a car showroom to look at cars with the view to making a purchase. The salesman glanced at this scruffy looking bloke wandering round looking at his lovely cars and ignored him for ages. Farmer eventually walked up to him and said "Well laddie, I suppose I looked too scruffy for you to waste your time coming to see what I wanted, but it was that brand new £20, 000 Volvo over there, but you have lost your sale now. Goodbye."

That reminds me of a story I saw Lionel Ritchie tell.

Sometime in the 70's he went into a car showroom where he was ignored. Eventually he collared a salesman to ask about buying a car, but he had to get him to ring someone at his record company before he could be taken seriously.

He described how the salesman's face changed during the conversation as he replied, "pop group, The Commodores, ah right."

As he put the phone down he went straight into slimy salesman mode with a big grin, "Now then Mr Ritchie!"

 

[derrick]

How do you know they did not empty his account before they gave him his card back

 

[subaqua]

Coming from Liverpool, I'm sick of the assumption that I am a violent workshy thief ...

I'm gonna batter the next nobber who upsets me, then rob their wallet coz me giro hasn't come ...

theiving would be work tho wouldnt it

 

[Mrs M]

Mr M an myself were ignored when we went to look at a show house.
We were both in our 20's and been playing football at the park with our nephews. Though we'd stop off on way home. When we were eventually acknowledged the "salesman" looked us up and down and asked if "we could afford this property".
We had a large deposit but walked out.
Every time we pass this street we always thank him, where we eventually settled is far nicer .

 

[Arrowfoot]

There is a colleagues who is 2nd generation from the West Indies. Over the years he has called in various tradespersons to install, fix or renovate something in the house. On a number of occasions when he answered the door, the tradesperson would start the conversation by saying that the landlord has sent them over. On one occasion, the tradesman in the middle of the job asked to use the home phone. His mobile rang and it was the tradesman stating the damage and the cost of the repairs.

 

[screenman]

My middle son had this happen when looking to buy his Ferrari, never judge a book by its cover. I wear overalls at work, the people I do work for would be happy to get my income, not many ever will.

 

[swee'pea99]

Bloke a bloke I knew knew got lost down in the west country and found himself in some backwoods cafe in the arse end of nowhere, where he was amazed to see, back of the bar, an original Gaggia machine, obviously long-forgotten, covered in grime and dust. Blimey, thinks he, that must be worth five grand. Engaged the yokel behind the counter on a roundabout conversation, which kind of wandered into, 'I see you have blah de blah...friend of mine is an enthusiast BS BS...I don't suppose you might be interested in selling it?' Yokel said he might be interested...if the price was right. 'Oh, I don't know. I'm not the expert. But, perhaps...£300? Maybe even £400?' 'Ooh no,' says the yokel, 'that old Gaggia be worth five grand at least.'

 

[hopless500]

@Hill Wimp knitted it for me

I think not!