People Bug Me

I find that as I get older, I have less and less patience for people who bug me. For example, as few weeks ago I was at a acoustic performance in Ann Arbor Michigan. The artist was Glen Phillips, formerly of Toad the Wet Sprocket. As we are leaving the performance, I hear some jack ass behind me say "you know, this was fine, but the best thing I heard him say all night was that Toad is touring. His solo stuff is fine, but I was hoping for more rocking." OK, what is wrong with the statement? Two things. Number one: Acoustic shows by definition are acoustic and thus tend not to "rock". Number two: Does he even know Toad the Wet Sprocket? When I want to balls out rock with the car windows down and one hand out the window doing the devil ear sign, Toad the Wet Sprocket is not my first choice. Or my tenth choice for that matter. What an idiot. I was feeling so awesome after the show, then this guy made my blood boil. Next time dude, keep your lame self at home.