So I almost tagged this as a shit post, but this is a true story that just happened like a week ago and I havenq't had time to share it with you nerds.

So I'm at the gas station wearing a hoodie from my gym and I was standing in line when I hear someone behind me start calling out.

Guy: Hey Bruh... Bruh... BRUH!

At this point I realize he's talking to me and I turn around.

Guy: Yo, so you train that UFC shit, right?

Me: Yeah, I train over at -Gym Name-

Guy: So you think you could kick my ass?

Me:(Obviously not wanting a fight) Me? Oh nah man, I suck but some of the guys over there are really good if you want to check it out.

Guy: Wtf man? You train to be a badass, then be a badass. What good is all your UFC bullshit if you can't fight, show me something then brah

Me with a dead serious face: I really just train there so I can have sweaty men touch me

His eyes get wide and he takes a step back before replying,

Guy: Oh you one of them?

Me making eye contact for an uncomfortable amount of time before replying: Yeah, I am.

Dude just put his stuff down and immediately walked out giving a hell naw or something on his way out while I turned to pay for my drink. My wife thought the story was hilarious and it probably confirmed her theories on why I actually go to BJJ.