Posted: Jul 18, 2005 12:29 am
OK, you deserve a good story. 10 years ago, when I was 18, I worked at a record store (local chain-type). These total burn-out trash mullet dudes come in on one of my first days there. They come up to me, looking for a cassette (member thems?), something "That really rocks, bro. Y'know, some kick ass shit." Our cassette stock was dwindling at this point, but I figured I could find something. I scan the racks and what do I see but 'Superfuzz Bugmuff +.' Ah-ha! "Dudes, this shit kills. Total fuckin rock. Bad ass, etc. You'll love it!" They seem a little hesitant, turning it over in their hands, but finally, "Yeah! OK!" They buy it, walk out the door, get in their Camaro (seriously) and peel out. I feel elated at a job well done, knowing I've turned someone onto some great shit.
Not five minutes later, they come rushing back into the store, see me, and "Dude, no, sorry man, we don't like it. Can we get something else?"
They didn't even make it through "Touch Me, I'm Sick"!!
What, that doens't rock?!?
All of my co-workers laughed at me. "You'll learn, you'll see..."