religion, New Orleans, prejudices (mine)
Got a very polite hand-written note on wide-ruled paper inviting me to some kind of Jehovah's Witnesses event in town. Was very tempted to write back and explain WHY I will not be attending, but (a) low payoff (b) don't wanna do anything, ever, that might increase the odds of me having to talk to a Jehovah's Witness. It's the one prejudice I inherited from my mom, and it's one of only two prejudices I'm openly proud of.
(The other one is conservative Boston Irish men. Which is an odd position to be in, because I LOVE the actual Irish.)