"You're Asking the Wrong Person"

(There is a man walking down a road. A car is driving down the road, slowly, and once it comes near the man, it stops. The driver rolls down his window.)

Driver
"Hey, do you know how to get to Elm Street from here?"

Man
"Um...I think you go the other way, turn left at the end of the street, and then follow that street for a while."

Driver
"Okay, thanks alot."

Man
"Yeah...I'm not sure, though, I'm just a drummer."

Driver
(gets out of the car) "Why didn't you say something earlier? I wouldn't have asked you we wouldn't have had to go through this long fucking process?" (is now really close to the drummer)

Man
"Uh...I'm sorry...I get that alot."

Driver
"You mean people ask you questions that they expect you to answer regardless of the fact that you're a drummer?"

Man
"Yeah..."

Driver
"Oh, God, somebody should do something about that...yeah, someone in Congress."

Man
"Well, I talked to some guy and he said he would send a letter to his House representative."

Driver
"Oh, good, good..."

Man
"Yeah. Well, actually, I'm not a drummer anymore, I'm an ex-drummer. I got kicked out of my band."

Driver
"This means nothing to me. And, besides, that doesn't even make sense, grammatically. You are always a drummer, no matter what. You will always be a drummer through and through. You can never escape it. There is no such thing as an ex-drummer or no longer being a drummer."