(I am with my boyfriend at my very first anime convention. While in gothic costume, we head over to a chain of restaurants for breakfast. We are ambushed.)

Random girl: “Hi there! Neat outfits.”

Me: “Thanks! I just threw it together quickly for the convention.”

(The girl looks puzzled for a moment and then hands me a flyer. My boyfriend tries to stop me, but it’s too late.)

Random girl: “Do you want us to pray for you? You seem like a sweet girl.”

Me: “That’s okay. I prayed at church this morning.”

(At this point we are surrounded by six or seven of the flyer welding church goers.)

Random girl: “Oh, I insist! Let us just do a short little prayer for you!”

(They all join hands around us and start praying loudly. People nearby are starting to stop and stare.)

Me: *whispering to my boyfriend* “What do we do?!”

Boyfriend: “I don’t know. You got us into this.”

Me: “Okay, don’t freak out.”

(I suddenly drop to the floor and start thrashing around like I’m having a seizure while sobbing in pain. The church group freaks out and runs off as my boyfriend helps me up.)

Boyfriend: “I knew I loved you for a reason!”

(Apparently some fellow convention goers saw it, because during the next few days, I had people wanting to take pictures with the ‘Seizure Girl’.)