I bought an older Epiphone 6 string from a guy, just because I miss the old guitar days, or at least I'd like to dork around on guitar when I feel the need.
ANYWAY, I take it to this gifted local luthier, who is this older 50's hippie type guy. Just a very cool, very deep pot-smoker kind of skinny guy. Hes an awesome guy, but wow, after this time I dont know if I'll ever go back.
So I was described what I needed on this Friday afternoon (for what parts I need)as he was closing, he told me to come back the next day with the guitar as he makes no time to understanding what I needed for parts.
at 11am on Saturday I come back to him, only hes nervously pacing his front door (he lives there at his shop)
"Hi Miles, are you open, the signs not lit up"
"Does it look like Im open, Im here breathing aren't I"
(um......okay...... this is a bit awkward)
He was very frustrated slamming my guitar down on the carpet, ripping off the panels. I attempted to tell him the very short list of parts it needs. Very agitated he yells,
"LETS TAKE ONE THING AT A TIME OKAY!!!!??"
(now its very awkward). So okay, one thing it is. "I need this pickup selector switch...."
While hes fumbling with that, I ask;
"So, whats bothering you today Miles?"
He angrily states: "Oh I just have better things to do then work on old beat up guitars"
(REALLY? your a luthier?!!? this is what you do as far I know)
anyway, I ask for some string tuners after I buy the switch (the only other thing I need). and he tosses me a used bag of them, then storms up the stairs up to his room. "Um, how much do you want for these?"
"Just ****ing keep them!!!!!!!"
I just yell "Thanks Miles" and walk out....
The awkwardness in that place was a very tangible thing, holy crapcakes......
(what did I do wrong? honestly?)
I've never treated anybody to be deserving of that, ever....