I was at the Pick'n'Save in Brookfield, Wisconsin buying liquor for the underage kid travelling in our caravan. When the cashier checked my identification the inevitable discussion over the foreignness of my id ensued. Then he asked me why I was in town, and I told him.
At this point a bagger from the next aisle, who had obviously been trying to follow the conversation from where he was, shouted to me over the checkout din, "You here for Nine Inch Nails?"
Looking over I replied, "No man. I'm here for the opposite."
"What?"
"Dave Matthews Band."
"Oh." And he turned back to bagging groceries.
Guess he's not a fan.
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