In around the summer of 2006, local rock stations were playing The Perpetrators "Six Pack", a bluesy George Thorogood-esque story about a guy who's nearly robbed of his six pack. Instead of giving it up, the narrator responds by telling them
"You want my six pack?
I'll put you in your place,
Now here's my six pack,
Upside your face"
That same summer, I had stopped at the vendor for case of beer, and had a cooler in my trunk but no ice. So I stopped at 7-11 for a bag of ice, which I dumped in the cooler. I was transferring the beer from the case to the cooler, making that distinctive clinking sound, when a dirty-looking guy staggered up to me and asked "Hey man, you got any spare beer?"
Now I'm not typically above sharing beer, but dammit, I really had spent my last few bucks on the case. So I said "Sorry man, I need this all for me!" or something and laughed. The guy kept insisting, and all I could think of was the chorus of "Six Pack". I'm not a violent man, but I wasn't about to be robbed of my beer either.
Luckily, it didn't come to that, and the guy accepted my rejection with good humor. I still think about that every time I hear the song, though.