Napftor
Explorer
Wasn't sure what to call this topic, but it has to do with an incident in my place of employment today. I work in a small town drug store and I have grown to enjoy many of my customers' visits, chatting with them on a variety of topics. Well, one such woman came in today and must have recalled I wrote as a side-job as she asked, "What did you say you write about, again?"
I responded in the simple way I usually do, "I write for the Dungeons & Dragons game," adding, "My first book is coming out in December."
Well, let me say I might just as easily said I was the spawn of Satan. This woman in her mid- to upper-50s, who I've gotten along handsomely with in the past, narrowed her eyes and said, "That makes my skin crawl. Write for something else."
She was not joking around as she quickly turned and left without her usual friendly goodbye. This incident disturbed me to no end for minutes afterward. Is there still such hostility for our hobby out there? Perhaps it doesn't help that I live and work in a suburban mid-PA town with under 10,000 souls living in and around it.
I responded in the simple way I usually do, "I write for the Dungeons & Dragons game," adding, "My first book is coming out in December."
Well, let me say I might just as easily said I was the spawn of Satan. This woman in her mid- to upper-50s, who I've gotten along handsomely with in the past, narrowed her eyes and said, "That makes my skin crawl. Write for something else."
She was not joking around as she quickly turned and left without her usual friendly goodbye. This incident disturbed me to no end for minutes afterward. Is there still such hostility for our hobby out there? Perhaps it doesn't help that I live and work in a suburban mid-PA town with under 10,000 souls living in and around it.