The day I socked it to the man. Not a major man of a government or regime, just the local music shop owner who was taking the...mick.
Evening all, I had a Braveheart moment today. I shouted freedom in the face of being ripped off. I walked into town to pick up my guitar today and put an end to being messed around. When I got into the music shop, he started, "your guitar...it's not ready yet...but-"
"I will take it to the music shop in Canterbury then." I replied, not quite believing what I was doing.
"I've ordered the new parts. They will be here in the next couple of-"
"No, I have been messed around enough. I have an important gig this Friday and it has to be sorted now."
"I will get it done by then, I promise. It's just that Andre the guitar specialist-"
"No excuses, I will take my guitar to the music shop in Canterbury and they will give me good service."
I walked out of there emotionally confused. I had just made this man squirm, I had his tatty bo-jangles in a clamp and I was tightening hard.
I consider this a victory. I now hope that I don't have to come crawling back to this man and beg him to fix the guitar.
I guess this is what can be achieved when you listen to God save the Queen by The Sex Pistols, before entering a shop.
Try it.
Until tomorrow
Will :)
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