Registered Dude
Rock n' Roll Doggie Band-aid
I can't even imagine going to a local record store asking for a U2 release on vinyl without being laughed out of the store by the moppy haired, tight jean wearing hipster manning the registers listening to some totally obscure electronicia/jazz outfit.
they work in retail. they likely hate life and care very little about anything other than what others think of them.
fuck 'em