Local Shopping - The Edge
The other day, I went to Guitar Center needing some strings, lemon oil for my fretboards, some picks and maybe a few other knickknacks. It’s been YEARS since I’ve stepped into a Guitar Center, maybe over a decade. I used to visit all the time, just for fun. I’d go there just to browse and see what might catch my eye. I’d sometimes end up buying some affordable, reasonably priced music instrument: I bought myself a couple Djembe drums and taught myself how to play them, I bought a pan pipe, an Udu drum, harmonicas and taught myself how to play them. Irish tin whistles. You get the picture. As I pulled up this time, I had this vague memory in the back of my mind. Somewhere back there I recalled and remembered: sales people at Guitar Center were rude, indifferent, arrogant and not helpful. Jerks. Nah. Must be memories from a couple bad encounters. Besides, it was over 10 years ago and there can’t be the same employees still working there. As I stepped in, I had that almost euphoric fe