I was coming home from an errand, listening to the Tigers/Yankees game on the radio, and I was hungry. I had to pass one of my favorite pizza places, which, while excellent, is also the pizzaria version of the Soup Nazi, from Seinfeld, if you catch my meaning. You don't order pineapple on your pizza here.
So I'm standing there ordering, and I say to the guy in idle conversation, "Can you believe it! The Tigers just beat the Yankees! I'm so happy -- I can't STAND the Yankees!"
He gives me a dirty look, just as I realize where I am...you guessed it... I'm standing in Bronx Pizza.