You make up a quick excuse. " Uh..oh....I only arrived last night......haven't yet found time to unpack......these were the clothes that my parents put in my travelling luggage. The rest is buried in boxes, so I can't be wearing my, uh, normal black clothes until Monday."
You stop. But your breath gets heavier. The two Goths look at you intensely. Any moment now, a huge fist is going to make its way across your face. And there's nothing you can do. Except sit and wait. The thin skinny one is staring at you and at his master (the long skinny one) not sure whether to punch or laugh. You wait with bated breath.
Suddenly you hear a thunderstorm. Not in reality but you hear something that is very close to resemble a thunderstorm. Is it an earthquake, rolling winds or gushing water? No its the tall skinny Goth laughing.
You finally heave a sigh of relief. You smile at them but silently say a prayer of thanks and secretly vow never to miss sunday Mass again...Well at least for a month.....or perhaps a week. You'll see that later. Right now, you decide to tackle the pressing danger. But what is it? The tall thin Goth is moving. He gets up and comes straight in your direction. He bows down to where you are sitting and says,"Monday, dude..or else......." He gives a fierce look. Your hearts freezes. Then he goes away. His pals follow him soon after. You are left sitting on the table alone with your food but not much of an appetite.