True story:
Last minute I scheduled a session with a local solo amp. I texted to see if she was available, and she responded yes, then followed shortly afterwards, "but I have a problem".
Asked her what was wrong, but no reply until I walked in the door. There was a heavyset male (customer) slumped over on a chair at the front desk, who appeared to be passed out. He responded to my nudging with unintelligle grunts. I was told that he lost his keys, and that she checked everywhere and could not find them.
I asked him if he needed medical attention, and he grunted no. I asked if he knew what day it was, no answer, I asked his name, no answer. I asked if I could check his jacket pockets for keys and found 1 empty and one full airplane vodka bottle, so now I had a clue. He looked at me with a completely vacant pair of eyes then asked me to drive him home...I opened his wallet to see where he lived, and it was less than 5 minutes away.
WWYD?
Last minute I scheduled a session with a local solo amp. I texted to see if she was available, and she responded yes, then followed shortly afterwards, "but I have a problem".
Asked her what was wrong, but no reply until I walked in the door. There was a heavyset male (customer) slumped over on a chair at the front desk, who appeared to be passed out. He responded to my nudging with unintelligle grunts. I was told that he lost his keys, and that she checked everywhere and could not find them.
I asked him if he needed medical attention, and he grunted no. I asked if he knew what day it was, no answer, I asked his name, no answer. I asked if I could check his jacket pockets for keys and found 1 empty and one full airplane vodka bottle, so now I had a clue. He looked at me with a completely vacant pair of eyes then asked me to drive him home...I opened his wallet to see where he lived, and it was less than 5 minutes away.
WWYD?
