Normally I’m pretty confident about what I wear and its impact on people around me. Wearing nothing but black is reassuring to me and lulls others into complacency. However this week I’ve run into a problem. One that I didn’t think about until I was flung into the situation with no time to prepare or weigh my choices. The item of fashion that caused this dillemma is this:
Cool huh? I thought so too. Hence why I spent my precious money on it. But it turns out my bargain bought me more trouble that meets the eye. (Comedy Gold!)
Walking through the center of Brisbane I crossed paths with a guy wearing this:
And the first thing that crosses my mind is: Uh oh, am I supposed to fight him now? I mean he’s big. Like Omega Supreme BIG!
And he’s looking at me like he’s expecting me to suddenly transform into a crazy person and take a swing.
It was awkward. And quiet. Very quiet.
So I did the the only thing the Decepticons ever did right: RETREAT!*
Next time, Autobot. Next time…
*Of course if he’d utterred “But Priiiiiiime” in my vicinity, it would have been so fucking onnnnn!