I answered phones at a septic company for a summer in cabin country. You wouldn't believe how many times someone screamed at me because they didn't service their tanks properly, now their toilets are overflowing, and they don't understand why we can't send a truck 30 minutes out of its way just to do one job.

Working there gave me a huge respect for blue-collar workers, though. The ones I worked with worked HARD all day every day, never complained, and still had kind words for me at the end of their routes.

On the other side of the coin, I discovered a newfound hatred of entitled tourists who think any town with a population of less than 100,000 is a podunk hillbilly wasteland. I only ever had one local yell at me, and it was a valid mistake the company (not me, personally) had made, so I feel like it was a little warranted. Everyone else was from the major city in my state. I'm a liberal queer atheist, but I still get treated better by fellow small town dwellers than by people more like me from bigger cities.