So I've always wanted to share this story but never did.
This guy that i use to work with (he quit) honest to god believed i was the son of satan. Yeah sure I have plugs, tats, and a mohawk, but it wasn't my appearance that got him to believe I was the antichrist.

Ya see, I corrected him on sanitation once in awhile and he was one of those guys that can't take being corrected. This guy handled raw chicken, dropped his hat on the floor picked it up and put it back on his head, handled cooked meat for a customer, some different meat for a kid, all without changing his gloves. One day he dropped a whole chicken and plopped it in a container to take out to the hot island, all i did was ask which one it was so I could mark it out of the system right away and he started swearing at me and yelling. He threw shit around n whatever whatever.

The lady he talked to said he prayed for me every night, and on the days i was nice to him it was god working through him to fix me. And on days I was mean to him (ie hey which one needs to be marked down? ) it was satan overcoming my soul??

The additional funny part about all this, good portion of you know my actual name is damian, a manager calls me omen. So heeheh I don't think he ever saw that film but god if he did i think i'd be kidnapped and taken somewhere for an exorcism lolol