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<font size=3>Wow, that was a good one.<br><br>
I think I would have had some fun with the kid. Maybe go get the
camera and point it directly at the wall outlet?<br><br>
I can think of worse things of course, but there's that video taped
evidence issue. . . <br><br>
Don Mannino<br><br>
At 11:18 AM 5/10/2003 -0700, you wrote:<br>
</font><blockquote type=cite class=cite cite><font size=2>I had a very
interesting experience a couple days ago tuning a grand piano. As
soon as I walked in I noticed that there was a camcorder pointing at the
piano and was running, (the little red light in the front is a bit of a
give away). It was poorly concealed under a towel. Great just
what I need, a lady who thinks I'm going to case and rob the place and
wants to spy on me.</font><font size=3><br>
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</font><font size=2>I sit down and pretend I didn't see the camera and
proceed to tune the piano. While I'm working I noticed that her
kid, (probably 9 or 10 yrs old), kept creeping around the corner and
watching me. Now I'm starting to feel like a criminal figuring the
lady is sending her son on a reconnaissance mission. I continue to
tune the piano, double checking myself as I go that I'm not doing
anything that would constitute being accused of
something.</font><font size=3><br>
<br>
</font><font size=2>After a while I started hearing really strange
sounds. You know, kid sounds that annoy school teachers and little
sisters. The sounds are coming from behind me but there isn't
anything there but a wall. I continue tuning and then hear the
sounds again. I get up and walk around the piano.
Nothing. I sit down again and within a minute more kid
sounds. FINALLY I figure it out. There was an outlet cover in
the wall that apparently goes though to the other side and isn't entirely
sealed. Then it dawned on me. The <u>kid</u> had set up the
camera and was playing a game with me. He's making sounds through
the wall to catch my reactions on tape for his own amusement! I
thought about it for a minute but chose not to play along "just in
case". What a slick little snot! I finished tuning the
piano and called through the house to let someone know I was done.
After several minute of yelling through the house I just packed up my
things and went on my way. This was a prearranged deal so I wasn't
owed any money so it was just as well. This was definitely a first
for me!</font><font size=3><br>
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</font><font size=2>Rob Goodale, RPT</font><font size=3><br>
</font><font size=2>Las Vegas,
NV</font><font size=3></font></blockquote></html>