Uhhhhh. Exsqueeze me? Hey Joey, do YOU know how to play this shit? No. Me neither. Shrug. The guy materialized a few minutes later, and pointed to the cardboard, smiling like a maniac. We tried to explain to the guy that just because we are playing songs, it doesn't mean we know every song in the world. I told him if he came back in like 5 days, I will have learned the song for him. He looked around nervously, like he was being scammed.
I knocked back a big swig of his beer. He stammered 'Love song?'. Ok. So I busted out my best and whiniest 'Swept Away' by the Avett Brothers, and looked at him with a 'Huh? Eh?' give-me-approval face. He gave me a sour 'Meh' face and stalked out.
We drank the rest of the sweet sweet free beer.