Date: 3/3/2019
By TonyDreamer
I'm in a giant shop full of stalls with my girlfriend. Each stall specialises in second hand items. I go to the guitar stall and play a double neck guitar. The stall owner is a friendly man. He seems busy and leaves me to it. Eventually he comes back and I have to break the news to him that the guitar is not genuine and is made up of two guitars that have been glued badly together. He seems annoyed and talks about how you can't trust anyone these days.