To the Lady on the Muni Train with Me This Morning:

I realize that the religion we may both share is a vanishingly small minority in the US. So, when I see someone displaying any of our several identifying marks, I like to strike up conversation.

However.

Dude.

You kinda confused me there by wearing both a tasteful wooden hammer on a long-linked wooden chain and a medical (not costume) eyepatch^*. I tried to use this as a conversational opening ("Hammer and an eyepatch? Not a combination you see very often...") but you did not take me up on this, nor did you notice when I fished my valknut out of my shirt, although the one around my neck is kinda discreet^†, you might have missed it.

Let's try to catch the same train tomorrow and have this conversation again tomorrow, only with more content, k? Thanks.

-- Lorrie

^*

Leaving aside, just now, what-all wearing an eyepatch can mean in my world. Outside my world, it usually just means "ow my eye hurts".

^†

These pendants come in three sizes: "discreet", "identification", and "pimpin'". Mine's discreet. Yours was identifying. Pimpin' I tend only to see at festivals.