So I was getting lunch at a sub shop, and the girl behind the counter smiled and said slyly, "I like your shirt."
I said "Thanks," and took a quick look to see what I was wearing -- it was my "got hash?" T-shirt. Heh.
"Well, it disgusts me," said the middle-aged woman next to me, waiting for her sandwich. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself."
"What do you mean?" I asked, though I had a pretty good idea.
"I don't approve of drug users," she snapped.
"Neither do I," I said. "This shirt is from Hash, Incorporated, which makes 3D computer animation software. It's named after its founder, Martin Hash."
She turned red. "Well, how was I supposed to know that?" she asked.
"I don't know," I said. "But maybe you shouldn't be automatically assuming the worst of people you don't even know."
She turned away and didn't speak again until she got her sandwich. After she left, the girl behind the counter asked, "Is that true about what your shirt means?"
"Yes," I said.
"Oh," she said, a little disappointed. "Well, it's still a cool shirt."