Yes, and I am quite ashamed of mine. In Sugarland, the rich city where my parents live, there is a "ghetto" area (as I used to call it) about 10 miles away. I always looked down on the people "north of highway 6" in their raggedy clothes and pants hanging down to their knees. My friends and I would complain when they would use "our" mall, or "our" movie theatre.
The other day my battery went dead in my car. It was raining and 52 degrees and I was in a t-shirt. I was outside of best buy in a parking spot and I opened my hood and put my cables down, ready for someone to jump me. And waited. And waited. In 30 minutes, EIGHT mercedes/bmw/jaguar owners said they could not help me because they were either in a rush or "didn't know how to open their hoods". I was soaking wet and shaking, yet all of these men would not help me for 5 minutes.
Finally, a woman walked out to her beat up honda and said "YO! You need a jump?" When I pitifully said yes, she had me get in my car and put it in neutral, then proceeded to push my car out of the parking spot and into the "aisle" so she could drive around and jump me.
She was covered in tattoos and her hair was an inch long...Previously I would have just assumed she had been in jail....but after giving her a chance and talking to her, she was obviously army or military.
Never again will I judge someone by whether or not they have money.