One time I was tuning an old upright. The lady said she had to run out for the evening, but that her teen-aged daughter (early teens) and her girlfriend would be home. I didn't like the idea too much, but I didn't say anything. They were quiet in the back for about a half hour and then they started to poke their heads out. They then started teasing each other, grabbing the others pants and pulling them down enough to see undies. This fat man ran out of that house so fast I'm surprised I didn't create a vacuum upon running out the front door causing half the furniture in the house to be sucked out the front door with me. I'm not sure I even was able to grab all my tools. I didn't care. I wouldn't call that paranoia. I'd call it self-preservation. Easiest to simply avoid in the future. I have no fondness for jail cells. Terry Farrell ----- Original Message ----- > How far do you extend the paranoia?
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