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Lady on bus: "Pretty necklaces."

Me: Thank you."

Lady: "What are they?"

Me: "Tangerine quartz crystal, the vial holds rhyolite, pink tourmaline, orange garnets and amethyst."

Lady: "Interesting."

Me: "Thank you."

Lady: "Do you practice crystalmancy?

Me: "Divination using crystals? No, I don't do that."

Lady: "Oh, so you know what that means. Well, you MUST know somethign about it. It's evil. You're a Satanist, aren't you?"

Me: "Oh, well it seems you know what the word means, you MUST know something about it. Are YOU a Satanist?"

Lady: "No, *I* am a CHRISTIAN. You obviously are not.

Me: "Wow, that's interesting. What if I told you that I belong to a church?"

Lady: "Really? You're kidding me."

Me: "No I'm not and yes, I belong to a church. I go every Sunday. I usually spend most of the day there."

Lady: "Oh, well...that's interesting."

Me: "Yes, thank you. God bless you, have a nice day."
And I put on my headphones.

I never said it was a Christian church.

WTF was that about?

I SWEAR I wasn't wearing the pentacle, I wasn't even wearing the flame. Just the two necklaces she commented on. Crystals. Stones. Pretty, sparkly things.

It's annoying (or sometimes amusing, but not always) enough that I can be minding my own business walking down the street, sitting on a bench reading a magazine, whatever and people just pounce because of a particular symbol dangling from my neck.

I'll have to give this one some credit. It took a LITTLE more thought. Crystalmancy? Huh. Wonder how long she was looking for a reason to use that word...heheheh.

But really, come on.