Tuning the grand wasn't hard enough with all the waite staff enroute by the piano on their setup chores. It wasn't so bad either when they had to shout above the tuning to carry on their conversation from across the room. And when the vacuum started up, fortunately it was mostly on the other side of the room. But when one waitress with a high pitched voice started whining about her boyfriend I thought it couldn't get any worse until she started throwing silverware into the drawer. At that point I had to stop and reflect, have a little chuckle; and then proceed to work as fast as I could. Hazard pay, Jon Page PS I forgot to mention the waiter who intermittently whistled the note I was attempting to tune. I would have liked to thrown some of that silverware at him. :-)
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