Category: Musical Mayhem

Music Stores, Concerts, Orchestra’s, none are safe from the stupidity of our very wrong customers, examples such as those searching for live recordings of Beethoven himself, to others who believe listening to Taylor Swift means you’re musically talented.

At Last You’ve Seen The Light

| Minneapolis, MN, USA | Awesome Customers, Movies & TV, Musical Mayhem

(I work in a pawn shop, and one day, a punk girl in her 20s with piercings and a mohawk comes in to the store with her boyfriend. On this day, I’ve chosen Disney’s Tangled to play on the display TVs.)

Punk Girl: *sees what I have playing on the TVs* “Oh, my god, is that Tangled? I love this movie!”

Me: “Would you like to buy a copy? Almost every time I play it in here, I sell at least one.”

Punk Girl: *stops singing along for a moment* “No, thanks. I already own it. And the soundtrack.”

(She walked away singing along and dancing, making my day. I took this as proof that things are sometimes the complete opposite of what they appear to be.)

Not Handy With The Guitar

| MI, USA | Musical Mayhem

(I am working in the accessories department of a large music retailer.)

Customer: “How much do guitar strings cost?”

Me: “That depends. Is it for an electric or acoustic guitar?”

Customer: “It’s a handheld one.”

Me: “…”

(I spent the rest of the day wondering what a non-handheld guitar would look like.)

Music With A Beautiful Ending

| NM, USA | Criminal & Illegal, Liars & Scammers, Musical Mayhem

(I’m a teenage girl and interning at the local music store my dad works at. As he is also a musician, he has many instruments (guitars, basses, drums, etc.) that he will occasionally leave in his car overnight. The night before this happens a guitar was stolen from his car. My dad describes it, and tells me to be on the lookout for it. As luck would have it, the thief brings it in to try to sell.)

Thief: “I was wondering how much I could get for this guitar.”

(I recognize the guitar.)

Me: “Of course. Let me just look it up.”

Thief: “Just hurry up. I’m really busy.”

Me: “I’m having some trouble finding it. Let me just grab my dad. He knows more about this stuff.”

(After I explain everything to him, my dad leads me back to the register.)

Dad: “Sorry about that, sir. What did you want to do with this guitar?”

Thief: “I wanted to know how much I could get for it.”

Dad: *pretending to look something up* “Funny thing, that guitar is coming up as stolen.”

Thief: *goes white* “That’s insane, my best friend gave this to me last night!”

Dad: “Well, he can’t be a very good friend if you’re already trying to sell it.”

Thief: “You’re crazy, man. I just want to sell this guitar.”

Dad: “[My Name], go in the back and call the cops, would you?”

(Before I could do anything the thief abandoned everything and ran out the door. My dad’s coworker called the cops, and they picked up the thief a few blocks away. The best part was that my dad got his fairly expensive guitar back!)