I think the lady at the coffee and hot chocolate table at 3:00 a.m. this morning saw a long-haired punk when my son got hot chocolate. He was told a donation was expected. I doubt that a smartly dressed middle-aged woman would have been given the same instructions. Hearing about this reminded me I need to give more care to how I categorize people. I want to treat all with respect without allowing preconceptions to taint what I think or how I respond.