So I'm out with the wife yesterday running errands. We need to pick up some chow for the dogs and the pet store we go to is right next to Best Buy, which, as of about a year ago, now has a mini-big-box-style (like a tiny GC) musical instruments store in it. So naturally, while she heads off to the art supply store (or whatever) in the same plaza, I opt to go check out BB. Figured I'd goof around with a Squire or two, maybe pick up a speaker cable I've been needing. I walk in the door and the first thing I see is a Fender Geddy Lee Jazz. I'm like, sweet, I've been wanting to check one of these out. So I pick it up, plug it into an Ampeg B115, and start running some lines on it. What a neck! I am very impressed. Very solid-feeling, nice neck pocket, pots are smooth, yadda yadda. I look at the tag. CLEARANCE, Clarence! Uh-oh. They want ... drum roll, please ... a grand total of $640 for the bad boy. Black binding & blocks, Bad Ass II, US Vintage pups and all. I do exactly one double-take before heading over to the gentleman behind the counter to ask for a polishing cloth so I can make sure that the accumulated gunk on the finish is just standard floor-model hand grease and is not hiding any major flaws. A few very light scratches in the poly, but nothing that isn't going to show up soon enough anyway with the kind of play it's going to get in my house. So cha-ching! Happy unexpected new bass day for me! Thank you loss leaders, and thank you Best Buy. Postscript: The wife, as you may imagine, was less than amused. But she digs it.