Needing a new kazoo, I came upon a musical instrument vendor connected to a pawn shop. Several odd occurrences. First of all, the door to the store was locked and the twerps wouldn't get their arses to open it after opening time, like, occurred.
Asked passing-byer concerning while noting pawn shop also offered de bas-fonds couture ambivalent for which I'm not in the market at this point in time. (Need to buff my knees, huh?) He told me one needed to access the music through the pawn. Like, go figure.
And I figured they'd have a kazoo. Nope. That's needed to keep time so you don't have to memorize all the words. My old reliable's diaphragm is torn. If you think I'm going to explain all the specs involved in a simple replacement, like, you got another thing coming - why complicate when they're merely a couple of bucks.
Have to make another stop uptown over the weekend.
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