Revovler Upstairs, Melbourne. Easter Sunday, approx 9am.
After intercepting a pretty young lady (punter) en route to make a request of the DJ the following conversation took place:
Me: Hey, how are you? If you've got a request you'll have to go through me, as I'm his manager*
Punter: Oh, OK. Can you ask him to play 'Cosmic Sandwich'?
Me: Hmm. I don't think he's got that. How about he plays 'Shit Sandwich' for you instead'?
Punter: I don't know that one..... what star sign are you?
* I'm not his manager. This just something creepy DJs say to punters in order to strike up a conversation.