My class trip

So I met a bigot at the factory tour orchestrated by the operations faculty. The tour guide was completely oblivious to the reaction of the group he escorted through the facilities as he ranted on.
As the tour began, he started out with an innocent illustration about one of their products. Asking questions and displaying product parts he had completely captured the attention of the entire group. So his next statement was, well, loud and clear in a silent room. "...some of you or your husbands have drills..." Yes, before you say I overreacted, or perhaps misconstrued the whole thing, I did give him the benefit of the doubt. That doesn't change the fact that the statement implicitly implies that only the men in the group, or perhaps the husbands of the ladies have and use drills. OK, no big deal.
Then we moved on to the assembly line. His next statement confirmed exactly what he suggested earlier on, that he was indeed a chauvinist. "You will notice there are mostly women here, well that's because there are tiny bits and pieces in the assembly line; women are generally better at things like that, moreover it doesn't require any strength. You just put together tiny parts".
"Hello? Anybody in there?" I found myself asking? I couldn't help but wonder if his skull was stuffed with bubble wrap. Now, I wasn't personally offended, but felt he was unnecessarily inappropriate and iniquitous. At this point I expected more displays of ignorance, but the next incidence was even worse.
We moved on to the warehouse and Mr man continued on his apparently well comfortable path. "this is the worst job ever" he said, referring to the men packaging the products that were heading out "all you do is stuff boxes and tape them up.... This side of the glass wall gets paid on an hourly basis, the other side of the glass wall are salaried workers". At this point I threw my hands in the air! The folks packing the products were less than a stone throw away; they could clearly hear him, but he had no regard for them. Dumb bigot!

So we finished up the tour and went to interview the panel of top executives and that was when I saw him. Whoa! He was middle aged, but you couldn't tell (he told us, and after calculations, it must be true) and he was the only black man in the panel. Nope, that wasn't what impressed me. He expressed himself most eloquently and damn if that didn't demand attention and respect from everyone. He had a confident and deep voice, he was handsome and well chiseled and he looked like he was thirty. His hair was cut military style, flat on the top, but full enough. His shoulders...he must have been in the military. Then I thought to myself, "Wait! Don't these folks manufacture plastic surgery equipments and implants? And didn't he mention the fact that he had a good rapport with the champion surgeons? Oh damn!" Oh well, the rest of the group didn't seem to care too much as to why he was hot and smart. Good enough! Men was I proud of being black.

That was how the day went. It was fun after all. I had earlier resigned to the thought of a boring day out at a factory, but it turned out interesting and enlightening. I wonder if I can skip recap tomorrow.