How so?
1. On the few occasions that I go out with friends, I don't know any of the music being played at the bar or club. Unless there's a cover band, chances are that some pop/rap/r&b music that I just don't listen to anymore. Ke$ha? No thanks. Lady Gaga? Keep your meat dresses to yourself. In the songs I listen to, that's a meal.
2. Mom has my dad's truck for sale, finally. The first person to call was named Jason. When I think of someone named Jason coming to test drive a Chevy pickup truck, this is what I think of:
Something tells me I'm going to be mildly disappointed.
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