You spend years getting traumatized by α, β, γ, δ, ε, θ, λ, μ, π, σ, τ, φ, ψ, ω in every equation imaginable, and then you finally visit Greece only to realize... wait, these aren't just abstract torture devices invented by mathematicians and physicists—they're actual LETTERS that people use for normal stuff like street signs and restaurant menus! It's like finding out your worst enemy is just a regular person living their best life. There's something weirdly validating about seeing a Σ on a storefront instead of in a summation that's about to ruin your weekend. Finally, the Greek alphabet exists outside of your textbooks and you can point at things going "Hey! I know that symbol! It usually means I'm about to fail an exam!"