It’s a crazy life. At least once a week I hear something new and, well, unusual.
My current favorite is “I have a strange sound in my guitar”. I ask the person to play the offending note or chord. I lean in close. I don’t hear anything odd. I play the instrument myself and still don’t hear anything unusual. After staring at me in disbelief the fellow says “well, if you COULD hear it what do you think it would be?”
Another memorable encounter was the man who came in for a set up. He seemed rather indignant when I told him my fee and said; “SIXTY DOLLARS for a set up! I can get my OIL CHANGED FOR TWENTY FIVE BUCKS!” Hmmmmmm……
Then there was the chap who, when informed that the needed repair would cost fifty dollars asked me to do it for twenty five. I politely declined the opportunity to lose money and his reply was “well I can see that YOU don’t support the arts.” Yikes. I was almost, but not quite speechless.
A frequent favorite and one that any craftsman has heard and bristled at is the possibly well meant but insulting nontheless “take your time and do a GOOD job.” Ugh, the obvious inference is that if the person did not remind us we’d revert to type and hack the daylights out of their instrument. Go figure.
I won’t forget the person with the middle European accent who, when I informed him that I did not have strings for his balalaika called me a “homo”, or the well lubricated soul who threatened to sue over finger prints he claimed I left on his guitar.
I told ya it’s a crazy life, didn’t I.