Judging The American

Is it wrong to judge the guy sitting next to me on the plane, after he polished off three beers and a package of skittles, two trips to the restroom, waiting until the last minute to finish off the last beer and hand over the can to the flight attendant collecting trash, or when he stuffed the candy wrapper under the seat because he wasn’t quite finished, or maybe it was the annoying backwards-style cap he wore, or just the overwhelming vibe that this guy epitomizes all that the rest of the world would consider what is wrong with Americans?