The young kid in the meat section at my local supermarket is a metalhead. I think I'm the only metalhead that goes into the store because it always takes me ages to get my food - he has to talk to me about every band he's heard lately.
It can be quite funny when there's a row of pissed off old ladies wanting to be served and he's talking endlessly about Dying Fetus with some smelly dreadlocked bloke.