Last Updated on: 18th October 2017, 04:53 pm
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jc_BFM_wJMU
This story, although kind of sad, makes me laugh. It’s definitely odd.
It seems this fellow who just moved to a new apartment discovered that someone in his midst has a hate on for trombones.
Sam and a lady friend had been living in Dixon. But this summer she got a job offer in Peoria, so they found an apartment near Pioneer Parkway. In mid-July, they began moving in stages: they brought a small number of items (including the trombone) about a month ago, while a maintenance crew cleaned and painted their place. Then they returned with more items at the end of the month.
On that second trip, Sam glimpsed the bedroom closet. That’s where he’d placed his trombone, zipped inside its canvas case. But the case had been torn open — “They didn’t even bother to use the zipper,” Sam says — and the trombone left disheveled.
So he didn’t even manage to play it in his new apartment and tick off his neighbours before someone decided to wreck it? There’s a part of me that wonders if the damaging of the trombone was a bit of, ahem, preventative maintenance. You have to wonder, since it later says there was no signs of forced entry, and maintenance crews were in there when he dropped it off.
I used to play the trumpet, although if I picked it up now, it would probably sound like a wounded cow had gotten loose in the apartment building. I have to wonder, if I’d continued to play, if my poor trumpet would have been messed with.
It seems like the trombone does him some good, so I hope he can fix it. But maybe he should figure out how to sound-proof his apartment too.
Oh my God Carin do you remember when we went to that Barenaked Ladies show and there was that dude outside the Scotia Bank Place playing a trombone in his underwear in the middle of February?
Heheheh oh yes. I sure remember that. I can just hear J now. “He’s got his clothes neatly folded next to his trombone case!”
Not sure if either of you remember, but was it one of those stupidly cold nights? I know February and stupidly cold usually go together, but I think you know what I mean.
Hmmm…it was cold, but I don’t know if it was polar vortex cold. I remember us waiting at a bus stop, and not being told where we were going because it was a surprise. I remember it being a long bus ride. And then I remember getting out of there. I think it was pretty freaking cold though, like maybe -15 or so but I’m not sure. I should read the old post about it.
Yes, that would count as stupidly cold. Especially if you’re wearing next to nothing.