Hidden prejudices

It happened for the second time in as many days. The sight of a well-dressed man performing menial work for me made me squirm. First it was the owner of the fast-food joint. There was no one else to do it, so he prepared the sev puri. Then there was the guy who came to take away my home computer. He asked for a piece of cloth and dusted the monitor.
In both cases I was embarrassed and showed it.
I suppose that is why they give uniforms to people once they are no longer so poor that they cannot afford decent clothes.