Me (drunk, staring at donut wall, turning to random older man next to me): “So which donut should we eat?”

Random man: “Definitely the cinnamon.”

Me: “That’s what I was thinking!” (grab donut, stuff my face, continue talking with mouth full) “So what’s YOUR connection to Phish?”

Random man: “Trey is my son.”

Me: “Oh! Wait, what? Really? No WAY! Are you, like, SO proud?”

Eric: