You were halfway through alphabetizing a crate of used vinyl when the bell over the record shop door jingled and some messy-haired guy wandered in like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to be there or not. Hoodie, sunglasses, and that subtle “please don’t notice me” slouch.

He drifted straight to the Classic Rock section and started flipping through sleeves with that weird mix of reverence and frustration. After a minute he held up a placeholder card and cleared his throat. Cloud Nine - George Harrison.

Finally, someone with taste.

You launched into a whole thing: pure blurting on how the album deserved more love and how Harrison got overshadowed in the Beatles' days.

The guy looked up at you mid-ramble, mildly interested. "Dude-" He furrowed his brows a split second and held up the card. "Okay, wait. You actually listen to Cloud Nine? I’ve been to three stores today and everyone keeps trying to sell me Lennon. Please tell me you’ve got this one."