Today I biked into work in full ninja regalia. There were a few honks, a few shouts--presumably of fear, or perhaps in surprise at seeing a bike travel by itself--and an "Avast, ye scurvy dog!" emanating from a pirate sword being waved out a car window.
At a stop light, a "pro" biker pulled up beside me wearing spandex tights, black/lime-green socks, and a neon-yellow logo-covered shirt. "Nice costume!" he said. "Likewise," I answered. He seemed a little huffy as he left me in the dust, but I'm not sure why.
Arriving at the back door of work, my ninja-invisibility came in handy as I made a less-than-graceful dismount from my bicycle, thanks to the baggy ninja pants. Walking to the front of the building to assassinate my boss and assume his position, I saw three visitors from another company approaching the front door, so I opened it for them. They stopped, looking a little confused--probably terrified--checked the company name on the window, glanced at each other, then finally approached. I took pity on them and lowered my mask, calming their fears. They didn't offer to shake my hand though. Probably afraid of being shurikened.
This afternoon, we're having a barbecue with them using a new grill the company just bought. I'll probably demonstrate how I can hold fire in my hand without getting burned. I'll let you know how it goes.