While bar tending last night, one of the patrons made an interesting comment. Actually, it’s one of the strangest statements I’ve ever heard. Meagan and I were talking with another patron about the musical selections playing in the restaurant. He proceeds to turn to his buddy and ask him what kind of music he likes. His response: “Eh. I don’t really like music.”

Um…what?

My response: “Are you kidding? Really? Seriously? What do you mean you don’t like music?” Talk about shock and awe. Truly, I was flabbergasted by this statement. His friend and Meagan were, too. We all just stood there for a few seconds staring at this guy in utter bewilderment. The way I see it, it’s not like saying “I don’t like tomatoes” or “I don’t like baseball.” It’s music we’re talking about. Surely, he’s heard SOMEthing musical that piqued his interest at SOME point in his life. I just don’t understand. Now, I realize I’m slightly biased, being a music major and all, but for the love of all thing good and holy, to just dismiss music as a whole?!? I equate that with saying something like, “Eh. I don’t really like art” or “Eh. I don’t really like movies.” Perhaps you prefer books over the silver screen, or perhaps you may not understand or appreciate Monet, Picasso, or Warhol on a certain level. But to say as a general rule that you don’t like movies or art as a general rule? It’s mind-boggling to me. I will say this, though: You meet some interesting characters tending bar. People never cease to amaze me.