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I get the usual round of "Why do you wear black? Why don't you smile more often? Are you a satanist?" stuff, and I, too, have at least two people at work who absolutely hate me for being goth and who have made it clear thsy won't stop hounding my boss until she fires me. Believe me, I can relate.
However, on the flipside, I got a good laugh out of the whole thing once. I have these neighbors who are bikers, genuine He**'s Angels types with the black leathers, stringy hair, gnarly teeth, and tattoos and piercings everywhere -- and that's just the biker chicks! Really scary looking. Scared me anyway. Well, I was putting my cat in the truck to take him to the vet one day, and they were out on their Harleys with their biker chicks. One of the biker chicks' dogs ran up to me. He was a cute little beagle so I started to pet him, but then she ran up, grabbed the dog, backed away from me in stark terror --like I had the Plague or something --and said. "Don't go near the mean lady, honey. She might bite you." That's when I found out the scary biker dudes and biker chicks were actually scared of me! And I'm an ex-librarian. I thought that was a hoot.
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