I was ashamed of myself a few days ago when we went out for breakfast. Outside of the front door was a group of 6 teenage boys in hoodies. Their skin was covered in tatoos and piercings (which gross me out beyond rational reason). I was gripping Bobcat's arm as we got closer and closer because they were blocking the door. As we got close, they parted and said excuse me so we could pass. I smiled and said thank you. I was so ashamed that I had judged them on their appearance.