Well, I was in the lobby at work, getting dishes to wash, absent-mindedly humming the MST3K theme, when this (fairly attractive) female customer about the same age as me started singing along to it. I paused, and turned to look at her in mild astonishment, when she scribbles down something on a napkin and slips it into my pocket. Turns out, its her number (duh, the fuck else would it be?). So that's a thing.