>...I was tuning in a church once and a half dozen persons of the female >persuasion came in, gathered around the piano, and began to all talk at once >about something totally unrelated to either the sanctuary, the piano, or me. >I never did figure out why they picked that particular spot for the debate, >but I tried to tough it out. The louder and faster I beat on the keys, the >louder and faster they talked. Soon I was pounding on the keys so loud and >so fast that I was sure either my finger, or a string was bound to break.. >and they were still drowning me out. So I stopped. > >It immediately became DEATHLY quiet in the room... two... three... four. >Finally, a meek and vastly apologetic voice came out of the middle of the >pack. "Are we disturbing you?" "Yes ma'm", I said. They left without a >sound, and I finished up in blissful quiet. Sometimes, you get lucky... > > Ron Nossaman Been there, done that. Great story, Ron. Thanks for reminding some of us. Keith McGavern, RPT kam544@ionet.net Oklahoma Baptist University Shawnee, Oklahoma, USA
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