The Last Of Us: The Jazz Musical
I work at a music store that does repairs on instruments. A dad and kid come in with a saxophone. I pop open the case and get a huge whiff of mold. I look at the instrument and there is fuzzy mold coming out of the pads and tone holes. I try to keep it together, but I wig out a bit – I really hate fungus.
Me: “Okay, this will need a full re-pad; that’s about $800. You’re playing this?! Please don’t it’s covered in mold, and it’s going into your lungs.”
I then slam the case closed. They are spooked and I am freaked out.
My coworker approaches after the fact:
Coworker: “I just want to make sure you’re okay, because you’re doing the “I got the heebie-jeebies/grossed out” dance while you’re trying to sanitize the table.”