Missy and I went on the JoCo Cruise many years ago. This was back before it got big enough to take over an entire ship, so the JoCo cruisers shared the ship with the people who just happened to have a cruise booked on that ship that week. Many of those people were alarmed to find the ship half populated by young people (forty and under, which, on that particular ship, seemed pretty young) who were celebrating being fans of things they’d never heard of, and proudly calling themselves “geeks.”
One day, Missy and I were on an elevator with a man riding alone and a pleasant older couple. The older lady was dressed very well and fully made up. The older gentleman wore slacks, a golf shirt, and a very expensive watch. The lady asked us what the JoCo Cruise was all about, and what kind of things we were all doing in our private events, and why we didn’t seem insulted by the term “geek.”
Missy named a bunch of things we were all into, and of all the examples, the only thing the older couple seemed to have heard of was Star Trek.
The very first time the doors opened, the man riding the elevator alone got off without saying a word, even though I’m pretty sure it was not his floor. I suspect the main reason he left at that point was that he was Wil Wheaton.