Humor, A Difficult Concept

So, I had my first one-one guitar lesson last night.  The eight week group lesson I had been attending ends next week and I didn't want to lose those hard earned callouses.  Anyway, I was standing there with a 13-ish year old boy also waiting for an instructor, when this huge guy with tattoos and a MR T mohawk came out.  He looked at the kid, then at me and we both just sort of stood there for a second.  Processing.  I have nothing against tattoos (I have one myself) or extreme hair designs, but he's not quite what I pictured as my guitar instructor.  I had visions of learning a bit of classical, and some bluesy, maybe country-ish little tunes I could pick out, whatever.  But in that second that we both just stood there, I thought, what the hell.  Doing things "my way" usually results in me being disappointed somehow anyway, so shaking things up a bit might just be what I need.  Still, talk about the odd couple.