A farmer visits an airport to buy a jet but is insulted by the salesman for his simple clothes

Jose, a humble farmer, arrived at the airport with a big goal in mind: to purchase the private jet he had always dreamed of. However, his arrival was met with judgmental glances and cold attitudes from both the employees and other customers at the airport. 

When Jose approached the sales associate, he was met with an unfriendly gaze. The salesperson quickly judged Jose based on his appearance, assuming that someone like him could never afford such an expensive jet. The clear discrimination left Jose feeling awkward and uncomfortable, but he refused to back down. Despite the cold reception, Jose pressed forward and continued to show genuine interest in the plane he hoped to buy.

As Jose continued to assess the jet, a surprising tap on his shoulder caught him off guard. He turned quickly, his heart racing, expecting to face yet another attack from the mocking crowd. Instead, he found a smiling old friend standing beside him, wearing a striped shirt and slightly oversized pants. 

"Well, if it isn’t my old friend Jose! What are you doing here?" the man joked, breaking the ice. The two men began talking, and though Jose was still uneasy about the harsh stares around him, the conversation provided him with some comfort. "Are you here to buy a plane, Jose?" his old friend asked. Jose hesitated, then responded, "I was thinking about it, yes, but I don’t feel like I fit in with the people here, if you know what I mean." His friend quickly reassured him, "Ah, don’t mind these rich snobs. They don’t know anything," and they both laughed. However, despite the humor, Jose couldn’t escape the constant glances and whispers of others, who were clearly mocking him.

As they continued talking, the mocking voices grew louder. "It doesn’t look like he’s here to buy a jet," someone whispered. "Maybe he just came to take a picture," another voice snickered. Jose noticed that some of the men were preparing to photograph him, but not to capture a memory—rather, to mock him. Their taunts became bolder, and Jose could feel his discomfort rising as their laughter echoed around him. His heart raced, but he refused to show weakness. 

Just as he was about to follow his friend toward the exit, a loud voice called out, stopping him in his tracks. "Hey, you there! The farmer who's here to buy a jet!" one man shouted, drawing the attention of everyone in the airport. "Do you think anyone's going to take you seriously dressed like that? That dirty hat—you should go back to your farm!" The entire airport seemed to turn their gaze on him. Jose stopped, his heart pounding even harder, but a surge of pride and determination began to rise within him. Slowly, he turned around and faced the group. "I'm buying a plane for myself, not to impress anyone," he said firmly, his voice steady. The men laughed mockingly, but Jose wasn’t intimidated. "No matter what you do, you’ll never be one of us," one man said, pointing at Jose's clothes. "Look at yourself, your clothes are stained and your boots are dirty. You don’t even look like a decent person."

Jose stood tall and looked directly at the man who had spoken. "I’m more than decent. I’m someone with the courage to chase my dreams, even if it means going against the grain," he retorted, his voice full of confidence. 

The men laughed again, clearly underestimating him. "You must be dreaming. It’ll take you a lifetime to save enough money for a jet, and even if you manage to buy one, who’s going to fly it for you? You’re just a nobody—go back to your farm and stick to what you’re good at," they jeered. But Jose, refusing to back down, reached into his pocket and pulled out a check for the full price of the jet. "You say I can’t buy a jet?" he asked, locking eyes with the group. The room fell silent, and the men’s faces turned from mockery to shock. "I... I think we should leave," one of them stammered, avoiding Jose’s gaze. Jose wasn’t done yet. "What’s this?" he raised his voice. "I want my son to know what you’ve done," he said as he called his son, a lawyer. 

Within an hour, his son arrived—an impeccably dressed, dark-skinned man who walked into the airport with an air of authority. "Dad, are you okay?" his son asked. "Yes, I’m fine," Jose replied. His son turned to the men who had mocked his father, "You’ll pay for what you’ve done to my father," he said firmly. 

The situation escalated quickly, and soon the company was sued for discrimination. In court, the judge ruled in Jose’s favor, and the company was fined. Jose walked out of the courtroom victorious, and he returned to the airport to purchase his jet from a competitor, showing the former mockers that he was far from a nobody. With his new jet, Jose flew home, proud and triumphant, knowing that his perseverance had paid off and that he had earned his success, no matter how others had treated him.