Place: Guitar Center
Mission: To purchase those thingies that keep my guitar strap from falling off.
Me: HI!
Guitar Center Employee: What can I do for you?
Me: I need...
(guy sitting behind me starts jamming Metallica on the guitar)
Me: I NEED...
My Brain: ?
Me: I NEED STRAP...
My Brain: ? Locks?
Guitar Center Employee: WHAT?
Me: I NEED STRAP...STRAP
My Brain: LOCKS! LOCKS!
Me: I NEED
(guy sitting behind me stops playing)
Me: STRAP ONS!
Entire accessories department turns to look at me.
Guitar Center Employee: Um, don't you mean strap locks?
Me: Um, yeah. Two please.
Mission: To purchase those thingies that keep my guitar strap from falling off.
Me: HI!
Guitar Center Employee: What can I do for you?
Me: I need...
(guy sitting behind me starts jamming Metallica on the guitar)
Me: I NEED...
My Brain: ?
Me: I NEED STRAP...
My Brain: ? Locks?
Guitar Center Employee: WHAT?
Me: I NEED STRAP...STRAP
My Brain: LOCKS! LOCKS!
Me: I NEED
(guy sitting behind me stops playing)
Me: STRAP ONS!
Entire accessories department turns to look at me.
Guitar Center Employee: Um, don't you mean strap locks?
Me: Um, yeah. Two please.


i wont put her name in there.
all i wanted was more friends