I was working the overnight shift at a vet hospital, me and a late 30s dude with a long ponytail we’re talking about music. He mentioned he’s into punk, experimental stuff, stuff that’s really out there. Also mentioned he’s been in multiple bands and and is in one now just trying to find a place to record. I mentioned I’m learning bass and we shot the shit for a while while preparing a cat to be euthanized. He asks what shows I’ve been to, I told him only two, one of them was death grips. He’s like oh I’ll have to check them out. I’m like eh idk man they’re pretty out there, not sure you’d like them. Dude says he loves weird music. After that I take the body upstairs to the freezer and comeback to him at his open desk with three other vet uncomfortable people within three feet of him blasting full moon on a portable speaker. After a bit he turns it off and is very seriously like yeah don’t think I’ll be joining you at a death grips concert. I promptly laughed awkwardly and left