I Love Guitar Center!

As a result of my bank's recent growth spurt, we've had several public lectures and other events. About a week prior to each event, I get told "we need [audio-visual piece of gear x] at the event. You've got that, right?"

Well, usually no I don't. And at that short notice, I don't want to order something, I want to pick it up. This means a trip to Guitar Center.

So, I stroll on in, dressed like a banker ('cause I am one) and get greeted by sales clerks straight out of Central Casting. For example, today's clerk was a young woman, barely in her twenties, clad all in black with some brand new bright and shiny tattoos on her arm. The lady at the door checking to make sure I really paid for my piece of gear had three-tone hair and a piercing half-way between her lip and her chin.

Since I'm frequently wearing my broad-rimmed hat, I wonder if they think I'm starting a country-western band? ;-)

For my American readers, have a happy Thanksgiving! (For my Canadian and other readers, now you know why posting might be light around here.)