My Anti-Stevie Customer

[Miss Vicky]

I don't so much have problems with people laughing at me because of my musical taste (hell, I usually am the one to start poking fun at it first) but I have had problems with older people flat out telling me that I'm wrong about something. They're reasoning for why I must be wrong? They were alive when it happened, therefore they must be right. Shoddy memory be damned.

I once had a former coworker insist that Carnie Wilson (this was back when she had just had her surgery) was Dennis Wilson's daughter and that Brian Wilson was the one that died. (and of course, she was alive back in the sixties and I wasn't therefore she's right and I'm wrong).

And, thankfully, this didn't happen to me but to a friend of mine... and thankfully for the customer I wasn't standing at the register when it happened but...

At my old job (selling party supplies) they played Muzak cds that had a variety of mostly older pop songs, and several of those discs had "Magnet and Steel." So this customer walks up to the register while the song is playing, and she's singing along to it. So, my friend (in an attempt to make friendly conversation) asks her if she's a Walter Egan fan and then makes some comment about how great Lindsey and Stevie sound on that song. The woman gets all pissy and tells my friend that she's wrong and that Christine is the one singing the backing vocals and that she would know because she was around back then and she has the record at home to prove that it's Christine. So my friend said something to the effect of "Good, go look at your damn record so you can feel like an idiot because you're wrong."

Moral of the story: Some people are just stupid and ignorant and rude. Preaching to them won't help. Yelling at them won't help.

Oh, and if they already think that you're crazy for liking a particular artist and are laughing at you because of it, bombarding them with facts about said artist is likely to only make them laugh at you more.