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Post by John Yamrus on Aug 2, 2007 10:40:16 GMT -5
when i walked into
the waiting room at the dentist's
there was only one seat open...
i took it, grabbed a copy of Newsweek and tried to hide my face.
but, before i even opened the magazine
this guy on my right starts talking:
"...used to play guitar once. years ago, when i was a kid. i was pretty good at it, too!"
knowing it was useless, i put down the magazine and turned toward him.
he was an ordinary kind of guy. maybe 50.
"it was a great way to pick up women.
i met all sorts of women when i was playing guitar.
that's how i met my wife."
just then they called my name and i stood up.
he reached for my magazine and said:
"it's been years since i played guitar.
now, i play
second fiddle."
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Post by Bernard Alain on Aug 2, 2007 15:03:50 GMT -5
really great ending on this john, I like the casual and realistic dialog, the waiting room was a good choice as well. As always I enjoy your wit and delivery.
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