Your priestdar is broken

Okay, so I wear a lot of black and walk around in a trench coat. I have been called a goth because of that, but never this before.

I was striding down Broad Street just now, going to buy myself a sandwich, and an old woman shuffled up to me.

"Father, will you pray for me?" she asked.

I stared at her, entirely gobsmacked, while trying to figure out how to best communicate the whole not being a priest thing.

"Thank you," she said, and shuffled off again.

Well, that's a first.