Herd Behavior, Part 2
Pharmacy | Romantic | April 26, 2013
(I’m a 25-year-old Brony. I use a Brony lanyard with several Pony buttons on it to wear my name tag, and a wallet that has a short leather Rainbow Dash tail sticking out of my back pocket. I also have looks that some consider girly, and am often confused for a girl. I am serving a male customer who appears to be around my age.)
Customer: “Hi… I’m here to pick up my Dad’s prescriptions.”
Me: “Certainly, I just need the name and date of birth.”
Customer: “So, when do you get off?”
Me: “Uh… why?”
Customer: “Well, I was wondering if you might want to go out for drinks a little later.”
Me: “Whoa, buddy, stop right there. I’m probably not your type, anyway, since I’m a guy.”
Customer: “Oh, yeah, I can tell. I like your wallet by the way.”
Me: “Thanks. I’m a Brony, but, uh… I don’t really swing that way, man. I have a girlfriend; she actually gave me the bracelet as a gift.”
(I take out my wallet, and show him the picture of us in the front.)
Customer: “Oh! That’s a cute picture. That’s too bad.”
Me: “No big deal, though. I’m actually kind of flattered; you’re the first guy to hit on me thinking I’m a guy. Usually it’s some pervert that thinks I’m a girl. It’s usually one of those ‘anything that moves and has boobs’ types.”
Customer: “Hah! No way! Have a good one. Gimme a brohoof, and tell your girlfriend she’s lucky.”
(We brohoof, and he leaves. Thank Celestia for people who can take ‘no’ for an answer!)
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