Jim Rosenthal
Supporter
An accordion player had two wedding gigs in one day- late afternoon, and then evening, with the result that (being busy playing requests for drunken guest at the second wedding) he wasn't given dinner at either wedding. Famished while driving home, he decided to stop in at a neighborhood bar and just get some supper. His accordion was in the front seat, and he didn't usually leave it in the car, but tonight he was so tired, he thought "I'm only going to be a few minutes for a quick bite, no one's going to bother it, I'll just eat fast and come back and head home." So he locked his car up, and headed into the bar. All during dinner he worried about his accordion, hoping no one would break into his car and steal it- it was an expensive instrument. But, leaving the bar and headed back to his car, he saw that his worst fears were confirmed. Someone had broken out the passenger's side window...
He ran up to his car, nearly in tears- how could he earn a living without his beloved accordion? He would be ruined.
And inside the car, on the passenger's seat, were two accordions.
He ran up to his car, nearly in tears- how could he earn a living without his beloved accordion? He would be ruined.
And inside the car, on the passenger's seat, were two accordions.