She complimented me on my scarf as I was checking out at the register. “thanks! I got it at crossroads on the hill” I replied. Then the thought crossed my mind, ‘wait, your a rather large dyke butch lesbian, you don’t shop there, you probably do know or care where that is… I hope she’s not trying to hit on me… She might eat me.’. And then I instantly felt like an asshole for saying those things in my head.