I am sorry, lady

It is so interesting how people like to 'fit' you in a category, at a glance.
I was to a classic car show today (fabulous cars, shame about the weather) and as everywhere in places like this, there were the nice little stalls selling everything and nothing.
We turned up at the show on the Harley (as you do), therefore we were both in our (in)famous leather gear (what else?!). Anyway, as I have got this 'soft spot' for silver jewelry, I have spotted one stall selling the stuff, so I made a bee-line for it (by which time, my credit card was already whimpering in my pocket).
The lady who was in charge of the stall buttonholed me straight away, 'Hey, biker lady, look, we've got some nice things here you might like!' and she started showing me all the items adorned with skulls, skulls and bones, and all the Gothic stuff. 'Thanks, but I don't do skulls', I said to her. 'Oh, alright then (said she a tad disappointed), here's a necklace with a cross, do you do crosses then?' she said, challenging. 'No', I said flatly, 'I don't do crosses either'. To which she said, by now visibly aggravated, 'But what you DO, then?! You are a biker lady, aren't you??'
She was very disappointed. She didn't like the idea of this dark, black leather-clad 'lady biker' who doesn't DO the stuff she thought. I simply p*ssed her off, refusing to shape myself into her 'schema', her idea of female 'bikers' all round.
In the end I've bought myself a funky square ring for a fiver - no skulls, bones or crosses. I am sorry, lady.