Many moons ago (pre HML) I was at a bar with a few girlfriends. We were dancing and having a great time, when suddenly we were interrupted (read: hit on) by a group of guys who absolutely needed fake I.D.s to get into the bar...It was cute at first, but then it took a very serious and sad turn.
One of the guys was wearing a shirt with four names on it: Mick, Keith, Ronnie, and Charlie, so naturally I asked him if he was a big Rolling Stone fan, and the following is what transpired:
Silly Boy: That's a random question, is that your typical pick-up line?
Me: Excuse me?
Silly Boy: Is that the best you got?
Me: It's not a pick up line, I asked cause of your shirt.
Silly Boy: What about my shirt?
Silly Boy: Really!
Me: Did you get that shirt as a gift?
Silly Boy: No, why?
Me: Oy (well that's even worse) why did you buy it?
Silly Boy: Cause my name is Charlie, and the shirt is cool :)
Me: Heh, well, it's very nice to meet you Charlie, but can I let you in on a little secret?
Silly Boy: Sure?
Me: Wearing that shirt is not cool, if you don't know who The Rolling Stones are.