Hey Emo Man!
I don’t look over, because I’m not “Emo Man”. At least I assume I’m not Emo Man.
“Hey! Emo Man!”
I look over, becuase… well, if they’re persistent, perhaps they consider me “Emo Man.” As I look over, I see next to me the person who they are obviously calling out toward as Emo-Man. He has headphones on (I assume listening to, quote-in-quote “Emo” of some variation or other, maybe even something that doesn’t strictly fit the category which dorks can dissect over.)
“No! You’re not Emo Man! You’re —- Man!”
I did not catch what category of clique they put me in. Which is a disappointment. I kinda actually want to know.