Some People Will Bang The Same Old Drum

(I have just landed in Vegas. I am a drummer, and have brought my sticks with me to practice. The sticks are sticking out of the top of my bag.)

Lady: “Security! Security! Someone help! That young man has a weapon! Help!”

Me: *turning around* “What? What’s going on?”

Lady: “Weapon! He’s going to kill us all!”

Me: “Lady. Look. They’re drumsticks. See?” *starts to pull sticks from bag*

Lady: “HELP! HE’S GOT A WEAPON!”

Security Guy: “What seems to be the problem here?” *sees me and drumsticks* “Uh, yeah. You’re free to go, kid.”