Prejudicial

I hate to be prejudiced, but... I can't help it.  My brother alerted me to a television on sale at Dell. I agreed, yes, it's a good deal, so I wanted to order it, and sure, why not just call the 800 # to buy ? Which I did...and the call center went to... The Philippines. How did I know? The fake wanna-be-American accent was a dead giveaway. The wrongly pronounced words added to the Pinoy identity. I tried, I really tried. I gave her the model number, she fidgeted, she found it, and then told me she doesn't see the particular model on sale. I am sure it's some kind of technical glitch, because I am staring at it on my screen. She said she needed to check with her supervisor. I hang up. I just cannot be bothered, and I know my impatience is irrational, but I should have just clicked on the web site, which is what I ended up doing anyway. Could you imagine the commotion I would have caused had I told her that I would be using my brother's credit card number? I just didn't want to deal. I don't know why, but it just infuriates me sometimes, and I know it's a prejudice I need to overcome, but.... anyway, I hope the television gets delivered on time.