Tough

I was helping a neighbor with car troubles by driving with her to the car repair shop in a separate car and driving her back. I came in and looked around and suddenly realized I had picked the wrong shirt to wear today. I was wearing my pink shirt that said, among other things, that I am tough enough to wear pink. However the guys in that shop looked like they could snap axles with their fingers and removed faulty transmissions with their teeth. They were all lanky-haired, grizzly, and buff. It made me very uncomfortable proclaiming that I was tough enough to wear pink. I figured I would get beat up if I stayed there too long. Scary.