I work at a Day Habilitation Center for adults with cognitive mental disabilities [don't worry, "tard" is still an active word in my lexicon] and my job is the snoezellen room [sound and sensory. they think they're clever by calling it snoezellen, i think] in which we have a stereo to play soothing music through. On my first day my boss was telling me about how the music is for nice music to relax the "consumers" as the cmd individuals are called. She was like "You wouldn't want to put on any, say, uhm, say...." and then she made this squinty face at me and paused letting the "y" drift off and then looked at my tattoo, then me, then back at it, then back at me and said "HEAVY METAL."