istg, working customer service gives you some r/thathappened ass stories because wtf.
I was beckoned over to the counter by this old guy and he straight up asked me "so why do you do all that (dyed hair and snake bites), do you get any boys lookin like that?".
First off, what? Second, which is what I told him, "this isn't for boys, it's for me.".
he then proceeds to say "well, did you loose your identity or something? Do you not know who you are anymore?". At this point, that's just rude, you can't even excuse that shit and explain it away with curiosity. I'm not as whitty as some but I do tell him the truth, "I know exactly who I am, and I'm cool as hell."
He then proceeds to leave. Thank god. The cherry on top of it all, later on I catch wind of two boys who had/have a crush on me. Get fucked old guy.