I had my second guitar lesson with Robert yesterday afternoon.
Before the lesson I received an email from a man interested in buying my used golf balls, and asked if I could stop by his office.
When I arrived at his office I discovered that he owned a used car lot. As I was getting out of the car I spilled a bucket of balls in the front seat, and as I was picking them up an older man approached and asked if I had a minivan to sell. I mentioned I was not an employee, so we walked to the office together.
I took a seat and told the man behind the desk, Marty, that I would wait for him to finish business with the older man, Dennis.
Marty and Dennis began to talk cars, which led to tales of women, travel, college co-ed modelling gigs, and how to go broke numerous times and live to tell about it.
