Torian and I were at the Grotto - it's a catholic theme park, basically. No rides, just lots of statues of saints and tiny chapels and pretty little waterfalls and beautiful trees and charmingly-flowering paths and... yeah, you get the idea. One giant photo op, which is the main reason I brought Torian there, as she has a camera and is very emphatic about using it.

When we get there, I'm feeling horrible, my kidney stone had shifted and I was a bit overheated and yeah, just kinda sucked. I told Torian to go explore, while I sat on the steps at the base of the elevator (most of the Grotto is up on top of a cliff and they put an elevator in) and redid my makeup. I'd left the house with partial catface makeup on, and I wanted to touch it up and finish it properly so I looked like I was actually catlike instead of just dirty. o.O This was working well, a few people asked me what I was doing and I claimed that I was getting ready for a play at the community college while waiting for my friend to come back down, got some compliments on the makeup, lots of smiles, it was great.

Until.

A little old lady made her way up the ramp that leads to the elevator, not seeing me sitting on the steps until she's almost to where I am. By this time I was pretty much finished with catface, was just putting the final touches on my lips, I looked quite feline - black tigerstripes accented with a bit of purple, purpletone eye makeup, black nose, white muzzle, whiskers, the whole nine yards. She nearly walked past me... caught sight of me...

...and literally ran away screaming.

Unsurprisingly, I just kinda sat there looking, no doubt, VERY baffled. Generally people grin at the catface, or just ignore it, or at most give me this disdainful look as if I were an actual cat who had just licked its' ass in front of the Vicar. Screaming, arms flailing, and running away in a panic? That's new.

I sit there for another couple of minutes, finish my makeup, and start putting my pens back in my purse. As I'm doing this, a very worried-looking man and a lady with a whistle around her neck on a cord (think gym teacher) run up, catch sight of me, stop dead, and do a doubletake. Then they walk up to me, the woman actually giggling a bit, and the man still looking a bit worried but also now a lot embarassed.

The man introduces himself and the lady, they're both staff members there, and he asks what I'm doing. I explain, and he very politely asks me if I could not do it on the steps there, and instead go wait by the car or something.

Why?

*GRIN*

Apparently the little old lady had run back screaming and panting and nearly having a heart attack... because, she told the staff members, she had seen the devil himself lurking near the elevator, and he was going to take her soul!

Yep.

I got mistaken for Lucifer.

I'm gonna be smug about this for YEARS. ^.^