Since I haven't been on the road, I've been working part time a couple days a week at a little mom and pop music store in a rural area about an hour away from where I live. It's really laid back and mellow, good people, and gets me out of the house a couple days a week to do something besides just gigging. I often hear some whacky stuff, though. And some of it is downright hilarious. The other day there was an older gentleman looking at banjos, when a teenaged kid came in with his mom to look at guitars. They were standing next to the older guy, and all were making friendly conversation, small town and all. So the older guy asks the kid how long he's been playing, and the kid says he doesn't, but he wants to, and can't decide between acoustic and electric. The old guy says "depends on where you want to end up." Mom says "what do you mean?". Old guy says "well, the electric will get you to hell a lot quicker."