Kinda' nickel and dime'd my way to good sales today. Sold a trombone that had been on rental. Though I had to discount it heavily due to the fact she'd been renting it for six months already. Took some old merchandise out of the drawers that didn't even count as inventory. Obscure string sets, speaker cabinet corners, stuff like that. Oh, and I sold my old bass guitar. As is. Fifty bucks. Latin kid that really wanted to play bass guitar but my $500 models weren't even considered and the $179 electric I'm getting in the truckload was also too much. So I says look - I've got a cheap bass, barrato in the office. Vieja. Cinquenta dalores. Quieres? He took it. Walked away with his grand-dad proudly with his bass under his arm. I didn't rip him off. It's not a great bass. It's worth about 50 bucks. Think I paid $79 for it about ten years ago. The last two years I've just been searching out a good home for it. Found it.

Spent another half hour conversing more or less with a gentleman who inquired about spanish language music books. Then he started talking about changing his guitar strings and I went blank on some important words. I told him I didn't know the espanol for some words and he laughed and asked why not tell him in English. Sigh... He's cool. Now I recall - he's been in here before. Just testing me. I was also helped by the cuban music playing at the time.