When I was 16 or so, I really really wanted to go to the Nickleback concert.
It’s true. Shameful, but true. I liked Nickleback. I liked them so much I was willing to part with 40 of my hard earned waitressing dollars, to see them perform live. Personally, I would like to chalk this up to the follies of youth. Also, I liked Creed. Feel free to point and laugh and me, but those bands both made a LOT of money so I know I’m not alone here. Alone in admitting it perhaps….
Anyway, I didn’t go to the Nickleback concert. Why? Because my parents were convinced that the band’s name was Nicklebag , which was a clear drug reference and the parents contrary don’t cotton to drug use y’all.
So, thanks Mom and Dad. Because I can honestly say I’ve never been to a Nickleback concert, which means all the cool kids at the coffee shop will still talk to me…for like 10 minutes until I reveal myself in all my uncoolness, but those 10 minutes of brief cool-adjacentness are all because of y’all.