Sometimes, context doesn't matter

The dining hall (yes, I eat in a dining hall) has started showing movies on Tuesday evenings. This is a great idea, but does perpetuate situations catering to most people here being antisocial and avoiding manifest human life (i.e. actual conversation). Tonight was “Ironman”.

Alas, I am not an undergrad, so I felt forced from this antisocial clime. But before I departed to pine over my Mimex, I got in line to steal a bag of popcorn they had set out (my keys were greasy afterwards…but thank goodness I have a Mac). And, at that very moment I got all the entertainment I could handle.

In front of me was a couple. The guy obviously had just said something the girl found accurate and with which she adamantly agreed. Her response, proceeded with a gentle sigh: “God, I love Nickleback so much.” I gave her the benefit of the doubt (thinking maybe she said Nicklecreek), but the guy confirmed with another mention of the name.

This answers my life-long question: “Who the fuck likes Nickleback?”

She does. She does so much.