The record store
Koop. What a guy. A vinyl purist, the cocky record shop worker sure knows how to flog a pristine piece of wax. "Trust me, it's going to be banned," he confidently tells a hip hop head to ensure a swift sale. Next he's turned the shop floor into a jungle frenzy with a tune that "could turn Hare Krishna into a badboy". Oh, all those 'Junglist Movement' tees that got sold in the late 90s/early 00s? Koop's probably the reason.
The awkward bar convo
Ah, the awkward-as-fuck conversation with someone that A) you don't really like and B) you couldn't care less about what they have to say. We've all been there: going through the usual "hey, haven't seen you in ages?" and "so, how's work going?", but all we really want to do is bypass them completely and pretend we never saw the guy or girl we never really liked at school. It always ends with a haphazard goodbye as well, demonstrated perfectly by Jip and Felix here. If only we could get away with saying "die" instead of "bye", eh.