Though I often receive odd responses to my appearance, specifically my hair color (started turning white in my 20s, now as a grandmama you can imagine...), jury duty gave me the most memorable experience. In the course of events, a lawyer asked a black policeman if he would approve my being on the jury of a case where someone who had broken the law was bringing suit against him.
The policeman turned around to look at me and I looked at him. His eyes rose from my eyes to my hair and he turned to the lawyer in what seemed to be a panic, saying, "no, no" with all of his body language as well as his voice. I was first surprised, then amused, then a bit embarrassed in that public setting.
"What in the world!?" was my first real thought. I sat down thinking about how the man was very foolish in making an obvious assumption about me personally because I would have very likely sided with him as an officer of the law. He eliminated what would have been his support because of his stereotypical bias.
His hair color or skin color or gender or any politically correct issue would have had nothing to do with my decision. How he represented his character, his training and position of authority, and the report on how he conducted his duty would have settled the matter for me.
As it is now, I have no idea of whether his opponent in the case was a man or woman, their race, how they represented themselves in any fashion or even exactly what they did wrong besides something vehicular. I only remember the inane prejudice of a man who should've known better, a man who was actually falsely accusing me of being prejudiced.
That a was a few years ago but to this day, it is a thought-provoking memory that has helped me recognize and define prejudice (and the lies about it) in useful ways.