A few years ago, i was commuting to school 3 days a week, an hour away from home. I often had 2+ hours between classes, so i would drive across town to the bigger guitar shops and browse.
Killing time between classes one day, I stopped in the local bigbox "Center." At the time, they had a pretty good bass selection. Now, not so much.
I pulled down a Warwick Std Corvette fretless, and suddenly I'm approached by the Duuuuuude guy.
"Suh bruh? I see yer scopin owt that wick, man! Noyyyce, right?"
(1,000 yard stare, searching for an easy escape) Yeah.
"Duuude chek it owt, duuude, all the warwick stuff is made, like, right here in the US, man. Ca-li-for-nyaaah!"
No, actually; they're made in Germany (it was true at the time).
"Riiight. Germany, Ca-Li-For-Nyaah!"
No, Germany, the country in Europe.
(Slow blink) "Huh. Ok ok i gotchu bruh. But chekk owt that RAWKin body wood, dude! Solid. Freaking. Ma-HAHG-A-NEE. Awesome, right?"
No, it's bubinga.
"MaHAHGanee."
Bubinga, and the neck is ovangkol, they're both African woods...
"AHT! Dude! You said it was from, like, Europa, not from African. Gotcha there, bro."
...and the fingerboard is ebony.
"Naw it's called fretboard. Trust me, bruh, I friggin work with guitars all day, ok? I know, ok?"
Normally, yes, fretboard, but this is a fretless bass, so, fingerboard.
"A fretwhat...what...DUDE! What the f###, man? What did you do to that neck? You're gonna have to pay for that bass, bruh, the frets are like all busted out of it!"
At this point, i was thankfully rescued by the one bass playing staffer who recognized me as a regular customer.
I never saw The Dude working there after that.