for me, its one of the cleaning guys. because I have long hair he stopped me one day and asked me if it was my harley out in the parking lot. I said no, it belongs to our database guy. he asks me, well, are you in a band, because you look like a rock musician. I say, well, I have a bass guitar but I have no discipline to actually practice.
this was about a year ago.
now every time he sees me (pretty much every day):
dumb cleaning guy: "hey guitar man. bought that stratocaster yet?"
me: "no, I told you I don't play guitar."
dumb cleaning guy: "what, c'mon, when you gonna buy a guitar?"
me: "never...I TOLD you I don't play the guitar..."
dumb cleaning guy: "I saw a stratocaster the other day, man you could afford it..."
me: *furious teeth-grinding noise*
now this fucker has me dodging him (if I'm fortunate enough to see him first)
this was about a year ago.
now every time he sees me (pretty much every day):
dumb cleaning guy: "hey guitar man. bought that stratocaster yet?"
me: "no, I told you I don't play guitar."
dumb cleaning guy: "what, c'mon, when you gonna buy a guitar?"
me: "never...I TOLD you I don't play the guitar..."
dumb cleaning guy: "I saw a stratocaster the other day, man you could afford it..."
me: *furious teeth-grinding noise*
now this fucker has me dodging him (if I'm fortunate enough to see him first)