I was in the VIP lounge of a large bank when a disheveled person walked in: scruffy beard, ragged jacket with burn holes, and worn-out boots. To my surprise, everyone immediately started fussing over him, offering coffee and ushering him into a private cabin. I glimpsed him pulling out a thick stack of money wrapped in a dirty plastic bag from his pocket. As he left, I noticed his clothes were actually expensive brands that looked well-worn.
It was a reminder not to judge someone by their appearance alone.
