This happened about 20 years ago when I was playing in a country band. After every second or third song the same girl would come up and request a "Danial O'Donnel" song. Since we didn't perform such a well-hacked repertoire as D O'D, we had to refuse. The next request was greeted with, "Well, tell me something he's written and I'll sing it," which kinda stumped her for about ten minutes. Then she came back again. "You're a really big D O'D fan," I said to her, and she eagerly nodded her head. "Bet you have all his records at home?" and again she agreed, at which point I said," Well, instead of bothering us every five minutes, why don't you f*** off home and listen to them?" Luckily, she burst out laughing. I've mellowed a lot since then I have to admit.