Many years ago I was in a local hi-fi shop looking to buy a used Rega Planet CD player (I don’t remember exactly how long ago this was but a) there was a local hi-fi shop and, b) I was looking to buy a CD player). While discussing the pros and cons of the Rega with the owner who I’m sure was humoring me since I was the only one there, a smartly dressed fellow walked in and announced, “I’m Dr. So-and-So. Dr. So-and-So from Bernardsville said you were the man to talk to about home theater.” Which was mostly fine except that he’d interrupted us, did not excuse himself for doing so, and failed to acknowledge that another customer’s presence mattered. Judging from his tailored khakis, form-fitting polo shirt with upturned collar (starched?), what I can only guess were Italian loafers, and a watch I could have driven home, Dr. So-and-So was used to acting like a pompous ass without a hint of recourse.