Work Stories - Easter Sunday
EASTER SUNDAY
In my younger days, I was a head banger and it showed. I wore heavy metal shirts (always long-sleeved, never any other color than black), torn baggy jeans, steel-toed Doc Martens, had a chain wallet (with 3' chain), and had slightly longer than shoulder length hair and a goatee. I didn’t wear makeup because that shit is for posers. My attitude was metal and that is how I carried myself. When I was at work, the need to tone down the attitude was there. I would put on my work shirt, a maroon polo with the store logo… tucked in, my name tag, and pulled my hair into a pony tail. That was my “business” look, if you will.