Strange encounters of the 6th degree

Having breakfast last week, I looked up and saw a middle aged guy wearing a Gogol Bordello t-shirt. Now, I only know of the Gogol Bordello band from reading blogs by New Yorkers like Rick Bruner.

I thought, “wow, a hipster in our biscuit joint.”

I said, “great t-shirt — are you a fan?”

“No, man, I got this in a dumpster over in Raleigh.”