Tonight I told him that he needed to update his pic on facebook, and I would volunteer my services as a photographer. I fear that I insulted him though.
Me: Go sit in the chair and I'll get a guitar for the picture.
Him: Do we really have to do this now? (Or something like that...I forget.)
Me: Here hold this one. (Reaching for the one closest to me. It is a pretty white one in case you're wondering.)
Him: No not that one, I need this one. (Reaching for one of the ones hanging on the wall. It is a pretty wooden one...a classical guitar...in case you're wondering.)
Me: Oh brother, it doesn't matter...a guitar is a guitar.
and then there was silence...then...
Him: I can't believe you said that! A guitar is not just a guitar!
He said some more stuff here but I forget and anyway I went to find the camera so I could take this picture.
1 comment:
I'm right there with you. Only my attitude extends to sports to, which is practically a sacrilege in Oklahoma. Or Texas for that matter. I lived there 12 years of my adult life, so that made me nearly native. But don't tell any Okies that, they'd fall over! I like the picture
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