Whenever I see someone driving whose car contains one or more bumper stickers for record stores with wide selections, such as Vintage Vinyl or Record Exchange, my impression of the person goes up a notch. Yes, they're strangers to me. Also, they might be blocking traffic, taking three days to place a drive through order, or driving maniacally, but at least they have the good sense to appreciate an original pressing of a Ray Charles LP.
That should count for something.
