This is a multi-part message in MIME format. ---------------------- multipart/alternative attachment If Dr. Seuss was a piano tech... The Tooner Twas the noon hour and time I must toon. Mrs. Jones was waiting and = wanting it soon. Back and forth, up and down, where's the address, I keep driving 'round! The time is ticking, the clock ticks it's toc, I must try to hurry = around the next block! At last I saw what I came to see, a mail box with numbers, one two and = three. As I knocked on the door catching my breath, a woof bow wow from the = right, then the left! I hope he is friendly, the fur I will see. I do like to happy and = bouncy puppy! The door swang it's swing and there dressed in black, the dear Mrs. = Jones who I had called back. Her slippers were worn, her hair was a mess, but I hadn't the time to = care how she dressed. Where's the piano, the tinkler box? She pointed behind her, the box = with a vox. Right away I could tell there was trouble. Not just a bit but a double = double trouble! For there it was, right there at hand, a piano called "Grand" but it = actually stands! A spinet in fact, not a thing one could brag. It was old, it was dirty, = it was everything sad. I opened my case with the tools of my trade. What I opened next just = made me pray. It was flat as flat can be as it sat, it had spills inside and fur from = the cat. There were stains on the keys and parts that were broke, and a smell = that smelled like cigarette smoke. As I looked at the works that failed to do so, I noticed a mouse that = died long ago. The felt was all eaten just wouldn't you know! I took out my vacuum and vacuumed the mess, the droppings it left and = the unwanted guest. Finally at last the cleaning was done, time to move on to the next bit = of fun. With lever in hand and placed on a pin, I turned on my tooner so I could = begin. With a flick of the wrist the pitch then did twitch, upward and onward = without a glitch. But then what I heard from a string that was wound, a "pop" from inside, = just a horrible sound! All at once I knew what had happened, a string had unstrung, and a damp = would not dampen! I cursed the piano, this pile of rust! This thing will not play, it's = not worth the fuss. Holding my tongue I moved on to the next, and the next and the next and = the next and the next. At last I was done but the job was not over. I must fix the string, and = parts broken moreover! I undid the levers, the things that all move, I took them apart and then = used my glue. Over an hour I tinkered away, at least the parts would then partly play. I closed up my case and wrote out a bill. The piano was awful but = junior was thrilled. Not a minute to waste, I checked out her check. All was in order and I = hastened my step. To my ride I then flew fast out the door. This is just the beginning, I = still have two more! I started the motor and motored away, wishing that this was the end of = my day. I looked at my watch, I was late once again! Where is my map, where is = my pen! I rushed down the road, I must try to leave sooner, but that's how it is = in the life of a tooner. Rob Goodale, RPT Las Vegas, NV ---------------------- multipart/alternative attachment An HTML attachment was scrubbed... URL: https://www.moypiano.com/ptg/pianotech.php/attachments/6e/7b/0f/10/attachment.htm ---------------------- multipart/alternative attachment--
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