As we read on Stereotypes we learn many things about how we perceive people or classify them. The word is actually explained as a predictive generalization applied to a person or situation.
Therefore this explains that based on the category in which we place someone or something, and how that person or thing measures up against the personal construct we apply, we predict what he, she or it will do. (Wood)
I tend to stereotype only the certain things that are told to me over and over. For instance I personally think that stereotypes are just lazy generalizations, and old enough to know that have of them are not true based n my own experiences and willingness to not judge people or situations until I have experienced something first hand.
However with this said, I tend to stereotype hispanic mechanics. Ever since I was a child I was told, pay the extra money and go to a corporate mechanic, this way if something happens or defaults there is usually a warranty or customer service expectation. I was always told to steer clear of not so reputable mechanic shops or one's where that are fully hispanic operated.
I remember hearing stories such as, they will leave your vehicle in slightly unnoticeable conditions, or they do not really care as much, or they will switch out your newer car parts for older ones. We I am a weird person when it comes to my car, I can take it to the local Jiffy Lube, and for still some reason have trouble believing they actually changed my oil. My opinion is very clouded when it comes to car maintenance.
Anyway, my suspicion became a reality when I was over at my grandmothers house explaining to her that I needed an oil change and would be on my way to get one later that afternoon. She said she had taken her car to a little shop down the street and the gentlemen working there were very nice and gave her a discount. So of course I take my car there, all the mechanics were hispanic, and they didn't even have a debit card machine. but I left it anyway. Two hours after I had already had my car, the oil change light goes on and the check engine light. My engine was slightly smoking and my car smelled like burnt gas.
Oh no, I was mad. I called the place and they refused to refund my money. All they had to say was, "Well if your transmission blows, we do a great job here. Bring your car back!" There was no way in hell I was even bringing my car near that place ever again. To this day I have no clue why both of my check engine lights came one, I had to take it to Midas, to have it checked. It was unorganized and not very reassuring.
This situation then validated my stereotype. And I try not to think so negatively, but maybe soon, I'll have a reason to assume better in a different way!