Baby take my hand

Last night on the train home, a rather large man spotted the brand new cowbell I had in my hand.

"Hey!," he asked excitedly, "Are you a drummer?"

I said, "No." I contemplated telling him that I was rushing home to bolt the cowbell to my Rock Band video game drum kit so I can bang on it like crazy during the slow parts of "Don't Fear the Reaper."

Instead, I said, "Have a good night."