I Know It When I Hear It

When L and owned the restaurant, we were in a weird position. We were in our late 20s. Our employees were either the same age as our parents, or in high school. I never felt like any of them took us very seriously or thought we had a clue about anything.

One night after business had slowed down, Brian asked if he could turn up the radio. He was trying to score some tickets to an Ozzy Osbourne concert by calling in whenever they played an Ozzy song. (Side note: Brian played guitar and listened to many types of music, so he wasn't completely ignorant on this subject.) Sure enough, a while later a Black Sabbath song comes on the radio. At about the same time, L and I look up and over at Brian to see if it has registered. He looks back at us all "What?". We tell him to hurry up and go call before it's too late, but he shakes his head and says it's not Ozzy. We say we know, it's Black Sabbath, which was Ozzy's band, but he doesn't believe us. Of course by the time I decide that if he is going to be an idiot then I might as well call, the song is over. The DJ does the whole "Hi, you're the nth caller" thing, and Brian gets this foolish look on his face. We were nice and didn't gloat too much.

But c'mon, even if you don't know the song, who doesn't recognize the Oz man when you hear him? This is my current favorite: