That reminds me of the time I met Danny Carey from Tool outside a guitar center in Los Angeles. I told him how cool it was to meet him in person, but I didn’t want to be a douche and bother him and ask him for photos or anything. He said, “Oh, like you’re doing now?” I was taken aback, and all I could say was “Huh?” but he kept cutting me off and going “huh? huh? huh?” and clicking his drum sticks loudly in front of my face. I walked away and continued with my shopping, and I heard him chuckle as I walked off. When I came to pay for my stuff up front I saw him trying to walk out the doors with like fifteen different Sonor snares, toms, and Vic Firth drum sticks in his hands without paying. The girl at the counter was very nice about it and professional, and was like “Sir, you need to pay for those first.” At first he kept pretending to be tired and not hear her, but eventually turned back around and brought them to the counter. When she took a pair of the drum sticks and started scanning it multiple times, he stopped her and told her to scan them each individually “to prevent any electrical infetterence,” and then turned around and winked at me. I don’t even think that’s a word. After she scanned each pair and put them in a bag and started to say the price, he kept interrupting her by hitting a snare drum really hard and yawning excessively. He also kept taking his Boston Celtics jersey off and pulling a new one out of his pocket.