There's a coffee shop I like to visit when I'm in town. On alternating Thursday nights they are typically slam packed with people coming from all over to hangout and play boardgames. It's usually a lot of fun.
There's this guy, a regular, whom we'll call Scooter (because, well... that's his name.) This guy is always ready for game night and consistently shows up with a suitcase (literally) overflowing with boardgames, card games, etc...
He's mildly annoying because he can be kinda arrogant at times and he has a tendancy to "squat" at "his" table while waiting for other people to show up. I think this is primarily because he's been coming to "game night" since day 1 and feels like it's "his" thing. (Which, btw, it's not.) He does this even if other people, such as myself, are already using said table. (Of course, I do it just because I know it pisses him off, but I digress.)
So I'm there, last night, and I've got the tablet out (taking advantage of the free wifi) and I'm working on some of the Reality Check promo materials. I'm messing around with stuff like business cards, flyers, bumper stickers, coffee ("buy 9, get 1 free") discount cards, etc.
I don't actually talk to Scooter if I can help it, but some other guys had come up to the table and were asking me questions about the shop and what I was working on, etc... So I flip the tablet around and show them some of the artwork John Kovalic did for us.
At this point, DingleBerry (which is how I mentally refer to "Scooter", since "Scooter" is such a ridiculous name for an almost 40 year old man and it keeps me from accidentally referring to him as Zippy or Skippy outloud, which for the record, he takes great offense to) looks over and begins smirking.
Now... if you know me like I think you know me, then you know there are a few things I absolutely can not stand. Chief among these are smug or arrogant people, especially when its rooted in ignorance.
So anyway, DingleBerry starts smirking and I can tell he's just... you know, "dying" to say something. So naturally I can't pass up an opportunity like this, so I look at him and say "Oh hey Scooter, didn't see you there, have you noticed our new logo?"
the rest of the conversation follows:
Him: Um, yeahhh, so thats not bad. Looks like you were trying to go for Kovalier's style.
Me: --- (mentally... Kovalier??)
Me: (a few seconds later) You mean Kovalic?
Him: Yes, yes, Kovalic. I see you were trying to copy his style. Oh its not bad, you know, its close. There are a few... *subtle* differences, but it's close. Not bad.
Me: Umm, yeah... that's the look he was going for.
Him: Oh, you didn't do it?
Me: Nope. I hired an artist.
Him: Oh interesting, anyone I've heard of?
Me: Yup... John Kovalic.
Him: ---
Me: :)
...there was more, after this, but it mostly involved rather rude questions along the lines of "how much did I pay him" and other stuff that was none of his business...
I have to say, that conversation absolutely made my night.