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Message: <blockquote data-quote="invokethehojo" data-source="post: 5286268" data-attributes="member: 62525">I'm a dispatcher for a concrete company in the midwest, so I work with a bunch of rednecks basically.  They chew tobacco, they all have a second job working on cars or excavating and they are all against having a black president.  Naturally I never mention my hobby, I make it sound like I spend my friday nights playing poker with old highschool buddies.My cover  had never been endanger until recently.  A friend of mine ran a comic shop until a few months ago and while it was open we played there.  We played table top but there were also magic tournaments there on different days.  I was the guy who organized all the table top events, and a few times I noticed my friend talking with one of the magic guys, and I got the impression he was the leader of the organizer of the magic players.  He and I knew of each other but never really talked.A few weeks ago I went out into the shop to ask about a broken down truck and to my horror that guy was talking with my shop foreman.  He had a auto parts store shirt on.  I instantly shot him a weird look, and once he noticed me he did the same.  I talked to the shop foreman for a few moments, and during that time it was palpable that both of us were worried the other would say something stupid and out the other.  I walked away and we never acknowledge each other besides that look.  It made me feel like my friends comic shop was some kind of speakeasy or something.</blockquote>

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