Some -psh- GUY who comes in to the shop almost every day, wearing this Borg Invasion hat and greasy unwashed old grey hair, just left, angrily decrying my taste in music. He called it “all no-name, synthesized crap,” so bad it was “tragic.” I had a few choice comments to make about him, but restrained myself, defending myself by pointing out that it was merely HIS opinion.
*huh* to which he retorted, “I promoted some of the biggest musical acts in the country, I did promotions for milton’s in kansas city and I invented progressive rock, so i think i would qualify as someone who’s opinions matter! and this stuff is just crap. It’s not offensive, but it’s just terrible.”
What a jerk. Stupid old guy with a borg hat on, what does he know anyway, if he’s been assimilated already? Plus this guy always comes with exact change, always grabs his own cup and throws his money on the counter, as if he can’t be bothered with face-to-face interaction. Then he sits down and does computer stuff for hours. No tip asshole!
That’s bullshit! I invented prog rock.