Pud's Poker Progress / Matthew Pitt / 23 June 2009 / Leave a Comment

We all know the saying, "Don't judge a book by its cover" and if you don't then I honestly think that there must be something wrong with you. Today I judged and was judged so thought I'd fire off a quick blog about it.

It all started this morning when I was flicking through the channels on my Freeview box (yes I don't have Sky, shock horror) when I had to double back on myself when I saw a programme called "Fanny By Candlelight." I was shocked as it wasn't even 0700 but alas Fanny was a woman character and not it was not the type of programme I had initially expected!

Anyway, this afternoon I visited Pud Jr's diabetic care worker to be trained in the art of drawing blood from my son and stabbing him with needles! All went really well and I was surprised at how easy the whole process is, well injecting a purple, rubber hippo was easy but I know that the woman had all ready prejudged me.

After some discussion relating to Pud Jr and why I was now allowed to talk to her due to obtaining parental responsibility she said something that lead me to believe she thought I didn't want to be at the initial consultations and Pud Jr's previous appointments when nothing could be further from the truth. I'm not sure if she prejudge by accident or if she had been mislead with some information given to her but I felt judged nonetheless.

I'm also guilty of this and I am sure others are too. We see scruffy looking people and assume they live like tramps in their houses stuff like that. I know I must be prejudged on a daily basis because I don't dress well and whilst I am not a total scruff, I can't remember the last time I actually bought any clothes. I notice how differently people look at you or let you past them in the shopping aisles if you are in a shirt and trousers to how they would when I wear my hoodie and jeans. I guess it's just life.

The main reason for posting this was the diabetes woman's prejudgement bothered me a little but my own prejudgement about twenty minutes ago made me feel guilty. I'd just grabbed a few bits from Farmfoods (judge all you like!) and there was a woman in large, flowing traditional Asian clothing who had so obviously stuck a load of frozen food stuffs under her clothes to steal.

I ended up behind her in the checkout and was dying to say to the guy about this thief but then she pulled out this thread-bare purse and paid for the little she hadn't stolen with coppers and silver coins. Now I may have jumped to conclusions but it looked as if she was skint and maybe she was stealing the food so that her three badly dressed kids that were with her could actually eat? My initial prejudgement of a thieving scally might be true to an extent but how desperate must a mother be to steal food, not valuable items but food so her kids can eat?

I'm not overly sure why I posted this, I guess I could turn it around and link it to poker but I think I've waffled on for long enough now so will leave it there. I've written it so I'll post it! I should actually have some poker to talk about by the next time I post as I've just received an email saying my cashout is almost complete, possibly the longest cashout ever on record!

As always, thanks for reading and best of luck at the tables!

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