(rural liquor store)

Clerk: “You heading into Indy?”

Me: “Why yes, I am.”

Clerk: “You heading to Gen Con?”

Me: “Actually… yes! How perceptive of you. Do I just have that look? I mean, I know sometimes people say I look like a viking, and I really enjoy…”

Clerk: “You’re wearing a shirt that says Gen Con.”

Me: (looks down at shirt)

Me: “Oh. Right.”

(long pause)

Clerk: “Have fun storming the castle.”

Me: “Thanks.”

(walks out)