I was taking the elevator down to the lobby after work. A man gets on at the floor below mine and asks me where the church is located. I tell him what floor it’s on. As we’re descending he looks at me and says in this disgusted voice, “Why do you have…those?” Meaning my lip piercings. I say, oh…well, because I like them! “You shouldn’t have those. It’s bad. You’re disgusting. God doesn’t like you.” Not, god doesn’t like them…god doesn’t like you. I’m completely stunned, of course and just stare at him speechless. He gets off the elevator and I finally manage to shout