Last night's Franz Ferdinand show was strange encounters central.

Strange encounter number one (inside concert hall):

Nerdy Boy*: Hey I know you! Do I know you?
Me: Ummmm...
Nerdy Boy: You look familiar to me. Do I look familiar to you?
Me: Um, yeah, you do ...
Nerdy Boy: Do you work at the Art Institute?
Me: No, what's your name?
Nerdy Boy : It's Steve Nerdy Boy**.
Me: Oh, no...I don't think I know you.
Nerdy Boy: Oh, well....you look familiar.

*The term "Nerdy Boy" here isn't a judgement call, just a way to describe someone's obvious fashion statement/lifestyle choice....oh, OK, it is a judgement call.

**last name changed to protect the nerdy

Strange encounter number two (inside bar/lounge):

Hipster Girl: Hey - you gave me your ticket!
Cory: No, I didn't ...
Hipster Girl: (Pats Cory's shoulder) You gave me your ticket!
(Hipster Girl's friend shrugs, smiles as they walk away)

Strange encounter number three (at the Ferris Bueller's Day Off parking gararage):

Ultra Friendly Guy:Natural redhead?
(A very blonde) Cory: What?
Ultra Friendly Guy: Are you a natural redhead?
(A very blonde) Cory: Huh?
Ultra Friendly Girl: He is! He is a natural redhead! Look at his eyebrows!
Ultra Friendly Guy: Yep, you're a natural redhead!