Un noticed
Ugh, I do. When they played the Glastonbury in 2000, my family had the dis-pleasure of renting a summer cottage to them and their "people," (unbeknownst to me). I come home early for summer break and find these "shit eaters" had not only helped themselves to our cheese cellar, but have cracked not one (mind you!) but two bottles of Dom Perignon Vintage 1995 White Gold Jeroboam. On top of that, trying to carry on a conversation with any of them was like playing Table Tennis with Helen Keller.