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I. am. not. 12.

So, I had mentioned that I needed a new saddle for my guitar, but I didn’t tell you about what happened when I went to get it, did I?

People, it was not a good experience! There were two teen aged boys helping customers an either they both thought I was a crazy old lady who was incapable of sliding a new saddle into the groove of the bridge, or they thought I was 12 and not worthy of their effort. The upshot was that after they told me they didn’t have what I needed—even thought I had the old part with me and showed it to them– and would have to bring my incredibly old and cheap guitar in for a $20 repair, I walked by a display and found exactly what I needed. For $3. And do you know, they didn’t even apologize?

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Let me explain. I may be broke today, but you don’t know when I will have money. And the best way to make sure I don’t drop a load of it in your store when I have it is to treat me poorly when I am watching pennies. Unless of course, they really don’t know the difference between a guitar saddle and an english saddles. Which I find hard to believe since 1) they work in a store surrounded by guitars, and 2) I was led right past the correct saddles to a wall that contained carvable saddle blanks of the wrong size and shape.

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