Today I went to Sam Ash Music Store. That’s something I do a lot; however, today I got to go during work, for work. We were having rehearsals all day at my school for an event tomorrow, and during this morning’s rehearsal a vital expensive piece of sound equipment died.
**For the record, even though it died while I was using it, it wasn’t my fault. This thing has been unreliable and on its way out ever since I got the job, and I’m now in my third year. I’ve been keeping it alive on life support that whole time. So there.
Anyway, working at this particular school is a great thing, and going to Sam Ash is a great thing. Combining them is a really great thing.
The sales guy, a young guy with kind of a California, musician, surfer type of voice, was really helpful. And throughout what turned out to be a complicated process, I thanked him many times, and he always said, “Hey, it’s what we do (imagine a California, musician, surfer type of voice).”
The last thing in the “it’s what we do” category was when he carried this heavy piece of equipment to the car for me. When I opened the back of the car, the Lovely Miss Courtney’s snowboard was in there because it hasn’t been unloaded from her trip a week ago. So the sales guy said, “Whoa. Who rides?”
I told him, and he said, “Hey, what’s her name? I might know her. I know a lot of people who ride.” I told him her name, but he said, “No man, I don’t know her.”
I thought about giving the guy Courtney’s cell phone number, which is the 21st century equivalent of offering my daughter’s hand in marriage, just because he had been so helpful – not to mention entertaining. But I decided not to do that, and when I saw Courtney later tonight, she assured me that I had made the right decision.
Hey, it’s what I do.
