I wait in line, and wait....and wait. I tell everybody what a bunch of Nazi freaks these Wow! employees are. I whine, I fidget... I wait some more. Soon, a loud-speakered geek says they aren't letting anyone else in. Great! No show! I wander over to the little booth where some chickys are selling RBF gear. I see a purple shirt that says, "I Hate Reel Big Fish," and I wonder who would buy it. I mean, these are fans, right?
The show is over after four kick-ass songs that I could barely hear. People pile outta Wow! as a bunch of losers try to plow inside. It's over man! But, they don't get it. Wow! freaks. They are like pissing themselves almost. A few people get knocked around as the plowing gets a lil raw. The police shove through the crowd, and put HANDCUFFS on all the doors so no one else can get in. Slowly, they force everyone out. Talk about a buzz kill...
Just when I was about ready to admit defeat and go home, they announce autographs. So, I am thinking it won't be a total loss. Again, I wait in line, and whine and whine. After maybe 20 minutes, the band decides they are done. No more. Screw the fans! And, they bust outta there. Assholes!
Then I think about that purple shirt, and wish I woulda bought it before the police told the chickys they had to take their booth and get the hell out. I mean really, after all that, the shirt just makes sense.
If RBF pisses you off as much as they do me, then hey, why not tell em so?