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After the jazz performance tonight:

Politician: Very nice job!
Becky: Thank you.
Politician: Are you going be a musician someday?
Becky: Maybe..
Politician: What year are you in school?
Becky: Junior.
Politician: Ah, junior? What career are you looking into?
Becky: Anthropology....
Politician: *Chuckle* See? Music is never wasted.. *Walks away.*

Any ideas what the crack that is supposed to mean??