So I'm in Irvine with my norwegian friend who's visiting, and he wants to go to Target to get some shit before he goes back to Norway. I let him drive there and he likes the E30 a lot, more than my friend's E46, keeps revving it saying it sounds awesome etc--nice to have someone who "gets" it.
Anyway we go into Target and the cashier seems like he's strung out on something. He cracks some half-assed nervous jokes then asks how I'm doing.
"I'm great, you?"
"I'm fine, thanks for asking
...
Sorry, you didn't ask how I was doing... I thought you did"
"uh no I did ask... I said I'm great, and asked how you were"
"oh... well... alright then"
Then he makes some more nervous fluff conversation and ends it by saying I look like a Dream Theater fan in a nonchalant way.
Now I look like a normal white guy, I'm wearing dark, nice-ish looking jeans, a long sleeved fitted grey shirt (no markings), more or less average build. I've got a dirty blonde jew-fro that I haven't lopped off in awhile, but that's it. 98% of people my age haven't even heard of Dream Theater, so how this guy could have randomly guessed that I was a fan, I can't imagine.
He went on to say some other weird shit, said he wasn't an alcoholic but he was going to an AA meeting to play one of their songs or something and started talking about guitars. But I was still trying to figure out what could have given away some obscure shit about me like that. I don't even own any DT apparel, let alone wear anything. And I'm fucking bored, so I figured I'd share the boring story with all of r3v.
What the fuck.
in before "super cool story bro"
Anyway we go into Target and the cashier seems like he's strung out on something. He cracks some half-assed nervous jokes then asks how I'm doing.
"I'm great, you?"
"I'm fine, thanks for asking
...
Sorry, you didn't ask how I was doing... I thought you did"
"uh no I did ask... I said I'm great, and asked how you were"
"oh... well... alright then"
Then he makes some more nervous fluff conversation and ends it by saying I look like a Dream Theater fan in a nonchalant way.
Now I look like a normal white guy, I'm wearing dark, nice-ish looking jeans, a long sleeved fitted grey shirt (no markings), more or less average build. I've got a dirty blonde jew-fro that I haven't lopped off in awhile, but that's it. 98% of people my age haven't even heard of Dream Theater, so how this guy could have randomly guessed that I was a fan, I can't imagine.
He went on to say some other weird shit, said he wasn't an alcoholic but he was going to an AA meeting to play one of their songs or something and started talking about guitars. But I was still trying to figure out what could have given away some obscure shit about me like that. I don't even own any DT apparel, let alone wear anything. And I'm fucking bored, so I figured I'd share the boring story with all of r3v.
What the fuck.
in before "super cool story bro"
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