One time, I was about to play my guitar. I had a pick, I turned on the amp, slung the strap over my shoulder...now where's the pick? I just now had it!
I rummaged in my pockets, searched every flat surface in arms' length, and finally looked all over the house for a pick, for about ten minutes. No pick. So I was morosely strumming away with my fingernails when I saw something which surprised me. I don't remember what it was, though. All I remember is my jaw dropped open...and the pick fell out of my mouth.
Posted by: dipnut on August 12, 2003
This, frankly, is the story of my life.
Posted by: Dean Esmay on August 18, 2003