>Situation: Customer collects clocks. Regulators. Cuckoos. Mantels. >Grandmothers and Grandfathers. Novelty Clocks. All kinda clocks...tick, >ticka, tickety, tickaty, bong, chime, gong, wang, ding, ticka, tick ... >None in sync with any other and all slightly off from each other as they >strike the quarter hours ... Bbang bbongong bbbing boonng.... > >Question: Would it be "rude" or, in some other way, socially unacceptable >to take my 2 1/2 pound stringing sledge and start adjusting these little >treasures? > >Alan Barnard Save it for the evil little pointy eared inbred wooly-booger dog/troll that sneaks up behind you every fifteen minutes and cuts loose with a high Z, hundred and ten decibel bark. SQUEAK! Twitch, tic, POW! >Next Time I'll Check The Gas Gauge Before Driving to Cabool from Salem, MO There's another story here... Ron N
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