Scenes from Gothdom

Remember how I used to be a Goth? I thought I might start an occasional series of posts about life as a Goth. Might be funny, and might be useful to remember how passionate I was about it all, someday, when Munchkin is going through a 'phase' (note: if you call it a 'phase', you will provoke a) another piercing or b) another six months of the behaviour, just to prove you wrong).

Mostly, I'm thinking of the funny.

This story made Beck laugh, apparently, really hard, and I hope you might find it entertaining, too.

Scene:

Edmonton: 83rd ave and 103 street--the heart of Old Strathcona. The players: one goth girl, on an old-fashioned girl-frame cream and black cruiser bike, wearing a black moiré taffeta baby doll dress, black-and-white striped tights, and 14-hole stee-toe boots. One 30-something woman, in a domestic white sedan. Both players are stopped at the traffic light.

The woman rolls down her window and leans out toward the Goth Girl.

Woman: "Excuse me? But can you tell me where you got those tights?"
Goth, smug: "Oh, these? I got these at a specialty store in Toronto"
Woman: "Oh, it's just that I'm a clown and they'd be really great with my costume"
Goth: [furious red-faced pedalling]

and .... scene!
Sigh.