Fairly recently (say, 10 years ago) a friend and I spotted a meet 'n greet poster at a local nutrition store featuring Rich Gaspari. For a hoot, I suggested we go.
So here's a dude decades past any sort of (limited) public relevance, no one outside of the owner and manager is there, and The Dragonslayer is being all stand-offish and rude towards my bud and I.
We're like, This scene is lame (I actually said, out loud, something to this affect), and we bailed. Some useless Gaspari pre-workout sample packs in hand.
I don't get some people.