I had an excellent reminder today to judge people by who they are and not how they look.
I was working my bridge job when a monster of a fellow walked into the store. His appearance matched the entertainment industry's stereotyped biker. Bandanna, hair pulled back in a braid, tee shirt, sleeveless vest, faded jeans, and scuffed boots.
I'm afraid many people looked at this guy as potential trouble.
Hidden behind him was a freckle faced girl who obviously worshiped her towering father.
Daddy helped his daughter fix a frozen, custom blended drink. The daughter, who couldn't have been more than eight years old, happily sipped on the icy coke and cherry mix while her father fixed himself a cup of Earl Grey tea with a twist of lemon and a spoonful of honey.
Father and daughter then headed outside to sit on the curb and enjoy the sunny, blue sky day.
Yes, they did finally ride off on a motorcycle. But I got the clear impression the freckle faced girl wouldn't have traded the mode of travel for anything. She was getting to hug her daddy after all.
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