A woman accused me of worshipping Satan because of the color of my nail polish

Tracey Folly

*This is a work of nonfiction based on actual events I experienced firsthand; used with permission.

Sometimes I wear black nail polish.

Black nail polish looks nice. At least, I think it looks nice. I'm sure plenty of other people think so, too. After all, there are dozens of different options for black nail polish, and they often sell out of that color at the stores where I shop. Even my manicurist can barely keep it stocked.

According to Orly Beauty:

Many popular male singers, musicians, artists, and other celebrities wear nail polish, and black is the most common color chosen.

Sure, I am not a popular male singer, etc. I'm just me, but the point I'm making still stands. There's nothing unusual about wearing black nail polish. It's the same as any other color, albeit darker.

That brings me to the day a woman accused me of worshipping Satan because of the color of my nail polish. We were at an amusement park, of all Satanic places, when this woman began her verbal blitz.

"Does that mean you worship Satan?" the woman asked. She glared at me knowingly.

I had no idea what she was talking about. I was a perpetually nervous anxiety riddled nineteen-year-old at an amusement park, trying to hold myself together between the crowds and the rides. Now I was fielding questions about Satan.

It was way too hot and humid for that.

I didn't respond, but unfortunately, I did make eye contact. That was enough.

"Does your black nail polish mean you worship Satan?" the stranger elaborated as she waved her hands at my hands.

I shook my head and replied in the negative. One word. "No." I was too surprised to say anything more.

The woman took my one-word answer as a challenge and resumed carrying on at a louder volume as if her life depended on it. She was blocking my path as I tried to climb aboard some sort of boat or a ride shaped like a boat. I can't remember which. It's been so long since that day.

She eventually ran out of steam and allowed me to pass but not without a few more parting jabs aimed at something so simple as the color of my nail polish. And for the record, wearing black nail polish does not mean I worship Satan, not that it was any of her business.

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