So I'm packing up my things at work, and the rifle I intended to leave with a friend while I went back to TN was with them -- she'd left for home without taking it, darn it!
Anyhow, the rifle is in my Bushy case, sitting on the table as I draw some hot water for a cup of tea. The cleaning lady walks by, looks down, sees this all-black plastic rifle case saying "Bushmaster" on the side, and says,
"Wow.. that's a big instrument"
Ya know guys.. argue fanny packs and photographer vests all ya like.. I'm truly starting to think most people are just plain clueless on this stuff. *heh*
On that wonderful note... who can identify the following..
"So what instrument do you play man?"
"Bass Staccato"
Anyhow, the rifle is in my Bushy case, sitting on the table as I draw some hot water for a cup of tea. The cleaning lady walks by, looks down, sees this all-black plastic rifle case saying "Bushmaster" on the side, and says,
"Wow.. that's a big instrument"
Ya know guys.. argue fanny packs and photographer vests all ya like.. I'm truly starting to think most people are just plain clueless on this stuff. *heh*
On that wonderful note... who can identify the following..
"So what instrument do you play man?"
"Bass Staccato"
