I am not your garden variety of ugly, and I suppose this could prove it:
I went out with some of my highschool friends last saturday, we were going to a club to meet up with a bunch of girls (I would be the guy who deals with drunk people, drives home, and makes girl talk with whomever girl is uninterested). All was well, we met up about a block away from the club, and I was already starting my girl talk routine with one of the girls. So we get up to the club, and get our money ready to pay for the cover. They were chargin about ten bucks for it.
My friends started going inside, and I was the last one, right behind the girl with the recent breakup. She went inside but as soon as I handed my ID and money to the bouncer, he told me I was 20 dollars short. I asked him about my friends and how they got in for ten, but he told me the cover was thirty dollars, for me. The guy is smiling while he says this, but since I didn't want to get left behind, and I had the money, I tried to give him the extra twenty. I tried, but failed, because he gave me back my money and told me that I would be better off finding another club. He was even nice enough to suggest another one right up the street, he said the place just wasn't for people like me. Now, he wasn't violent or anything like that, but he told me these things in a condescendent but nice tone. It was almost as if I was disabled and he didn't want to break the PC barrier.
I understand why he did what he did. The guy probably had orders to let in only a certain kind of people according to looks and such, and I assume that would be a very effective strategy to establish a club as a "hot" location. It happened to me in highschool too, at parties to which "everyone" was supposed to be invited. It was particularly problematic when I got invited to parties by the parents, because I had helped out their son/daughter with something from school because my parents forced me to go, hand over some present, and leave.
This sort of thing happens often. When I am at the mall and I go into a particularily expensive store the salespeople look at me as if Iwere lost. Like a homeless guy in an Armani store. It's mostly disbelief, that I would dare to go into a certain shop, or try to get into a certain place.
If there are any comments to this story they'll probably include disbelief as well. You'll probably won't believe me, and say that I must be either exaggerating or paranoid, but I assure you, most of the world really is this shallow.