My Goth Moment

After collecting my race pack last evening for this Sunday’s run, I accompanied my colleague to check out a new nail spa at the mall. While mulling over why females need “Over 180 Colours!” of nail paint, the friendly staff (closing time and nil customers) asked if I wanted to try any of the colours. Taking it as a veiled challenge of my hetero-metro-uber-sexual manhood, I was game, but only if the colour was Samuel L. Big-Bad-Mofo-Black.

Weird stares and ribbing by colleagues ensued. Children shied away and infants cried.