Sadly, that reminded me of a bit. For example, one reminded me of when I tried a very poor Mexican restaurant (no one could speak English, I had to finally say "cuatro" and flash 4 fingers to order a meal). The food (and place in general) sucked so bad that I couldn't finish it and wasn't about to take the leftovers home as I'd normally do when I can't finish. But knowing the homeless (who are known to grab unattended food, even if they know the person isn't done with it) are much less choosy I put the plate on an outside table for them before tossing the rest. As I was going back in (to deal with the tray & dump the ice) I saw a customer out there grab my plate and take it to the trash. I told him to stop, that it was for the homeless, but he was obviously thinking of illegals (granted, there are plenty, and it wouldn't surprise me if the place itself was staffed by such) and said, "They steal our jobs" as he dumped it angrily. I told him he could've at least given it to a dog before leaving (it was in the trash, no point in raising a fuss over it then). I think that jerk would've wholly sympathized with those boys in "Cannot Speak The Language Of Respect."
The one who "could not see the currency" as well as remembering all the idiots I've known with higher education (due to the story of the guy who decided to pursue it for more respect) made me recall when I finally realized that I wasn't of average intelligence as I thought back on November 23, 2005 (yep, it stuck with me). A homeless cat I sometimes fed actually came to me for help on the 22nd with obvious symptoms, and doing online research I realized he had antifreeze poisoning, and I even knew the treatment for it (alcohol, which I found interesting as the reason it kills cats is because their liver tries to detoxify them but when it hits the antifreeze it becomes a toxin which then destroys their kidneys that created the symptoms I saw and eventually death). I called every vet in the phone book because it had to be treated FAST and November 24 was Thanksgiving in which the vets would be closed for the rest of the week. Yet every single one either wasn't interested (and no doubt impatient for their long weekend) or acted completely baffled by what I explained to them, what they should've known (even vet assistants typically have some college, and in any case should pick up enough from working there that they'd at least understand antifreeze poisoning). I told the last one who seemed utterly ignorant of what I spoke of that he needed to be treated now and I'd pay extra and she just said they were about to close "but if it's an emergency you can schedule an appointment on Monday." THAT was when I lost hope in humanity as I'd already explained to her (twice!) that if I was right then the cat would be dead by then, repeated that in a voice that revealed my despair and hung up on her. Knowing he didn't have a lot of time I just gave him a warm lap to sit in and after I believed he was in a coma I set him on a towel, checking on him frequently. He died in the wee hours of Thanksgiving before I went to bed.
The next day I went to a cat lady in the neighborhood who had a place where she buried cats and we buried him there. I told her my calling all the vets and my suspicion that maybe they only PRETENDED to be that ignorant so they could still get off for their long weekend at 5 (but ALL of them!?), though unquestionably, if they weren't the mind blowing idiots they came off as then they were definitely assholes devoid of compassion for strangers and/or animals (so why were they all working with vets?). But as a cat lady who also volunteered with a no-kill cat shelter she told me of her experiences that were even worse. And then I realized they (at least most of them) weren't just brushing me off by pretending to be stupid, they really were that stupid, and the higher education didn't do a damn thing for them save show they could jump through the hoops and thus get hired at presumably the job they wanted but were incompetent at. And that was the final straw that broke the camel's back for me and ever since I see most people as morons.
It just doesn't surprise me anymore.
Though on the plus side, significantly lowering my expectations of humanity (in both benevolence and intelligence) has made it so I'm pleasantly surprised more than I ever been instead of continually disappointed.