One of my friends had a story about how he was trying to get to a gaming convention once but got lost. His friend told him that it was easy–just look for gamers. Sure enough, soon they spotted a fat guy in a Dave Matthews t-shirt sporting a Panama hot with a card stuck in the headband. They followed him and before they knew it–gaming convention.
Sort of a hijack, but the OP reminded me of it. There are many different flavors of geeks…
I remember a few years back competing in this big Magic the Gathering tournament at some convention center in King of Prussia. Apparently, there was a Xena convention going on at the same time.
I did not know whether to laugh or cry at the Magic geeks (yeah, I used to be one, but I showered dammit) trying to flirt with the Xena chicks, not quite understanding that they had no chance in hell to score (Xena fans tend to be a bit on the lesbian side ya see).
There’s a story in the SCA about somebody who was famous for getting lost. Michael the Lost, his name was. He set out to go to an event several hours’ drive away and got on the freeway going the wrong direction. He drove as far as he thought he was supposed to and followed the signs to the SCA event. In the wrong state. In a different kingdom. Different event entirely.