Walked into a music shop today to get cello supplies and books, and stumbled into a conversation continued by staff members walking around regarding a difficult customer. Didn't think much of it until when I was talking to the luthier (instrument repairer), suddenly he exclaimed "This one!" - to the person manning the cash register.
Dark glances were thrown around the shop like those invisible laser rays you see in movies guarding precious museum exhibits.
I snuck a glance at the lady who brusquely strode in, waving around a violin case (the branded bam, no less), demanding to see the luthier who was caught midway while surreptitiously fleeing.
"I need a chin rest for my daughter", she barked, in a voice that bounced right off the wooden floors and round the shop. Surround sound at the most unfortunate moment. More dark glances were traded.
"Your daughter needs to try it out,", said the luthier in measured tones.
*indignantly* "Well she only finishes school at 645pm...her school is just down the road, SOTA." A pregnant pause ensued, as if she was waiting for applause or some sort of acknowledgement of her brilliant ability of a parent in producing such gifted offspring. Of course, it didn't come, and so,
"What am I supposed to do until then? Just wait?," she loudly demanded.
At 50 ish years old, needing to be told how to spend your free time is just not cool.
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