(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)