One time I was walking down the street in New York City and there was this carload of teenagers. Bumper-to-bumper traffic. They were just packed in there like a circus act. They saw me and started screaming, "We love you, Andy Dick. We're your number one fans!" And I'm like, I love you, too. Rock on. I kept walking. They caught up. Then it was, "Andy Dick, we hate you!" They had talked in the car and decided they weren't my number one fans. It was horrible.