The Importance of Thinking Before You Leap

Alright, so I don't normally make blog posts but I thought that maybe you guys would find this little mini-story of mine a little bit amusing or something; I don't know. I thought it was funny.

Okay, so today, on my family's way home from vacationing at a different city, we stopped by a local Tim Hortons (because we're Canadians, eh!) to stretch our legs out after the long drive. Everything was pretty normal so far and it just so happens that another family had arrived at the same time we did; a little girl, her mother, and her grandmother by the look of it.

Normally, I wouldn't have paid this family any heed; maybe I'd have acknowledged that they existed for a couple of seconds and then I'd forget about them almost instantly after sitting down. However, something about the youngest of the three caught my eyes. This girl was wearing this flashy t-shirt covered in what appeared to be fake miniature jewels and lots of sequins - nothing out of the ordinary - but the most interesting part was the giant Rainbow Dash emblazoned all across the entire front of the t-shirt.

Suffice it to say, the brony in me was tickled pink.

Naturally, I wanted to address this and speak up; announce that I, in fact, know the character portrayed on her t-shirt and indeed watch the show myself. But, I seriously thought about it and realized, "Dude, that would be a mondo-creepy-stranger-danger type of stupid. Why should I bother bringing up a conversation about ponies to a little girl right in front of her family? They'd think I was a creep or something," So with that in mind, I respectfully kept my distance and sat at the opposite end of the building. Besides, with how shiny her shirt was, I wouldn't be able to ignore it anyway, then I'd REALLY look like a creep.

Anyways, I turned the other way and I smiled, thinking I was in the clear. Unfortunately, my parents, for some odd reason, wanted to sit right next to that family I was just trying to avoid. A little bit irritated, I tossed in the towel and sat where they wanted to mostly because I didn't want to make a fuss about it. Kudos to me though when I thought of sitting at an angle that was facing away from the family. Good job, Mr. Snowpony! That's using your noggin!

What I didn't account for was the fact that the table we sat at was right in between the other family and all the paper towels, sugar packets, plastic silverware, etc. And lo and behold, that girl was passing by literally every single minute to get something new for the rest of her family right in my line of vision.

I'm pretty sure this emoticon sums up exactly what my face looked like the entire time:

Now, my parents know that I'm a brony and my dad just notices this girl, and that's when this smug little smile started growing on his face. He and I said nothing on the matter but he was just smirking evilly at me much to my disdain. My mom didn't seem to notice this and just kept on drinking her coffee. This played out for the next ten minutes, or as I like to call it, "those 600 seconds in the second circle of hell".

When we got out, he still said nothing which was actually worse than him joking about it. I didn't get any closure for this thanks to that so I just exhaled and laughed it off.

Long story short, be wary when you admit your bronyship to your family and friends. If they have the same sense of humor my dad has, it's gonna make you an easy target in the same situation.

And on an unrelated note, petting zoos are the best thing in the world. Seriously.