I went to Amoeba Records last week. It was the usual trip for

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I went to Amoeba Records last week. It was the usual trip for me: I wandered through the rows and grabbed some records that piqued my interest. After about an hour of browsing the stacks and a long chat with an Iranian engineer on the didactic influence of Kierkegaard’s aesthetics in Arcade Fire's Reflektor, I went to go purchase my selections and the clerk stopped me just as he began scanning a CD of Father John Misty's Fear Fun and vinyl of I Love You, Honeybear. He raised his head and asked in a slow and solemn voice if I had any documentation to confirm my ability to purchase such items. Confused, I asked him what he meant. He told me the section I selected the two records from is reserved for individuals with an IQ of 130 or above. Having been a member of Mensa since the age of 5, I quickly reached into my pocket to pull out my membership card and handed it to the clerk. He examined it before handing it back to me and completing the checkout and I made my way back to my apartment. It's great that we finally live in a world where quality music is being apportioned to those who have the high level of intelligence required to truly understand it.