Okay, short little story from Anthrocon 2015. But first, a bit of backstory.

I don't do fashion. I have shirts. All of the shirts I have ever bought for myself are one-color, fit a little loose so they're comfortable, and that's it. No logos, no patterns, nothing. Why yes I am single, how did you know? I have other shirts that, over the years of my life, my family has given me for either my birthday or Christmas. Whatever they get me, they get me, I don't usually care what it says on it, what picture is displayed, as long as it fits. If it fits, I still wear it. Of course that means I don't always know the significance of what's imprinted on my chest.

So back during Anthrocon 2015, one of the days I was walking around doing my photo thing. As I walked through the lobby of the Westin, a guy (an uber driver handing out business cards) looked at me and made a noise that...how should I put this? I can't replicate the noise myself and I can only describe it as something like Tim Allen from the show "Home Improvement", crossed with an Orc's grunt. I raised an eyebrow but walked on by. A little bit later, perhaps an hour or two, I was walking through the lobby again. That guy was still there. He saw me again, made direct eye contact, and made that odd noise again. Again, I gave him a confused look. So then he speaks up.

"Hey man, I made the grunt! You're supposed to grunt back!"

"Um...hello? I don't know what you're talking about and you're starting to freak me out."

He points to my chest and says, "Your shirt man! Insane Clown Posse! *Grunt grunt grunt*"

All I can do at this point is give him a blank stare. "Oh..is that what this demonic clown thing is? I didn't know"

"You don't know who Insane Clown Posse is?"

"No. Should I?"

"You're wearing their shirt!"

"Oh. Well it was an xmas gift. Sorry."

Then I made a hasty exit. Since then I've paid a bit more attention to my clothing choices. I was just reminded of this story because I just did a cycle of laundry, said shirt being among the cleansed wardrobe pieces, and I came to the realization that I must have worn that shirt again at some point (obviously, since it was in the dirty linens pile), and had no idea. Apparently I'm still not paying enough attention to what I'm wearing.

Anyway. Insane Clown Posse. So that's a thing! Who knew?