I was at my favourite coffee shop, working on my latest comic. Oh, I was on fire! A lot of drawing was getting done, and I felt great! Then, a stranger approached me, a woman, carrying her toddler child in her arms.
Curious patrons noticed, and turned an eye.
In front of all those people, she spoke loud and clear.
"You need help."
I replied, "Oh, uh... what do you mean?"
"You eyeing up my daughter, eh? Don't think I can't see you."
Shaken, all I could think to say was, "Excuse me?!" I wish I hadn't heard what I clearly just heard.
She grabbed one of my pages, creasing the paper.
"So this your M.O. eh? The little drawings?"
Her body language and tone were aggressive.
It took all my courage, but I looked her dead in the eye and said, "You're the one with a child fighting to get out of your arms. For all I know, that might not even be your kid, eh? Maybe YOU'RE a predator. Get the fuck out of my face."
I could have told her about my passion for art, and how I draw ponies because of the amazing positive effect it has on children and adults alike. I could have explained that I wouldn't and COULDN'T EVER hurt anyone. Most importantly, I could have told her with the utmost sincerity that I'm not a disgusting monster who preys on children!!
But she didn't stick around to listen. She just scoffed and left. She was convinced that I'm a pedo, just because I draw ponies.
How unfair! How untrue! I can't believe that happened to me. I've never resented anything so fiercely, I haven't been this upset in all my
Before anyone could say anything to me, I up and left too. On my way to work.
What a way to start an afternoon shift.