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.