Earlier today, in the small break I had between Tree House and Kids Club, I went for a short walk around the block to get some air and clear my head. I passed a music store I’ve probably passed 100 times, but this time, I went in, since I’ve been feeling a severe need for some non-internet hobby time. I wanted to see if they had any clarinets, and when I saw they didn’t, we ran into problems. I didn’t know how to say it, and it’s hard to describe with limited vocabulary (“It’s like this, it’s black!”), especially since I think the man I spoke with was the money guy, not the knowledge guy. With 2 minutes to go before class, I told him I’d come back with the Chinese, and rushed off.
Around 9:00, I finished grading homework and headed back. My phone has a built in dictionary, and I showed him what it popped up. He was still clueless, solidifying my perception of him as the business owner, but he told me to wait while he got “the teacher.” She was able to help me get the right word, but they still didn’t have a clarinet. The owner called up his dealer/son and got some prices, but I wanted to know brands, especially since the lowest price he quoted me was $200 US.
The longer I hung around, the more people accumulated. First, it was the man. Then it was the man and the teacher and a little boy. Then it was the man, the teacher, the little boy, and the son on the phone. Then it was the man, the teacher, the boy, the son, and a customer and her two kids. The customer helped us out a little bit, but the kids just kept knocking into my knees with their cases and trying to break their heads open or something.
I’m going back tomorrow, and hopefully he’ll have more info.