Yesterday at work, a gentleman came in. He was roughly five feet tall and wall-eyed, with stringy, greasy black hair that was pulled back into a long pony tail, filthy clothes that were kept together by duct tape in some spots and was mildly snaggle-toothed. I might have thought he was homeless if he wasn't a regular customer. From what I've been told, his house lacks running water and has for several years. He explained that he'd had some sort of altercation with one of my coworkers and was overcharged by around six dollars. I was able to find the documentation that the manager had left for me, refunded him, and smoothed everything over, I thought.
Then, after I bid him a good afternoon, he stood there, staring in my general direction, though it was somewhat difficult to tell where his eyes were focused.
Wall-Eyed Smelly Man: I'm done, but I'm going to stay here to listen to Van Halen because I love this song.
I'd left the radio tuned to a classic rock station, so I understood that he was talking about what was playing on the radio, but didn't grasp why he had to make a production of standing there and enjoying the song. So, I couldn't help but give him my blankly confused WTF face.
WESM: Not a Van Halen fan?
Me: Uh, I never really gave it any thought before. I think I wasn't born yet or a really little kid during their heyday and it's not really the sort of classic rock I listen to now.
WESM: What band is that?
Me: WTF face.
WESM: Heyday. What band is that?
Me: I...didn't know that was a band.
WESM: But you said that you listened to Heyday instead of Van Halen.
Me: Oh! No, no, heyday means "when they were popular."
WESM: What the hell are you talking about?! Van Halen is still popular! They're one of the greatest bands in the world!
Me: Okay...I really don't know that much about them, since that isn't my kind of music.
WESM: C'mon! Sammy Hagar?
Me: Well...I vaguely remember Sammy Hagar leaving the band and there being some big clash of egos, and didn't he try to have a solo career?
WESM: Try? He has a solo career! A damn good one!
Me: Okay...it's just not my kind of music, so I really don't know that much about...
WESM: See, Eddie was getting full of himself and had this whole idea about which direction the band should take and started pushing Sammy out and trash talking him. It all came to a head when Alex's brother-in-law became their new manager, who pretty much only wanted to do things that Sammy hated. I mean...I don't want to talk bad about Van Halen. They're still a good band! But, man, with Sammy they were amazing.
Me: WTF face.
WESM: Oh, man, I love this song. I like to crank it up when I'm in the garage working on my bike. Sometimes I'll toss in a little METALLICA. (Yes, he did say it in all caps and a bold font.)
Me: WTF face.
WESM: Or maybe some Slade.
Me: WTF face.
WESM: But, yeah, I'm all about the Van Halen and METALLICA.
Me: WTF face.
The song finally finished and he started heading out.
WESM: Well, I'll see you around!


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