After a nice chat and a margarita, some friends and I were walking back to our cars when this guy asked us, “Excuse me, do you know this area?”
He was a really well put together guy. Slacks. Satchel. Black guy, if you really must know. And he was holding these two tubes, each about a foot in length.
We all stopped and I muttered something like, “Sure, where you headed?”
And, then, he starts pitching:
“Well, I’m recently homeless and I’m just trying to get some money together. I make these flutes; they’re pretty loud.”
He puts one of the white tubes underneath his arm and holds the other up to his lips. After blowing a few notes, he continues, “Anybody can learn to play it. I make it out of PVC pipe, of course.”
Yes, of course, Mr. Flute Maker. I can’t imagine any other tube-like substance you might drill holes into that would create sound.
“You can go to the hardware store and get some cork or a plug to cover one of the ends and that’ll make it even louder.”
Oh, you’re not just trying to sell me a flute, but a project.
“So, what do you say? Do you think you can help me out?”
My friends said, “Sorry,” and, “I don’t have any money.”
I was on the verge of saying, “I’ve got money, but I’m not musically inclined.”
Instead I just muttered, “Yeah,” agreeing with my pals. Then, one of my friends says, “I’ve got some change, if you want…”
“Oh, no, no, no… Thank you very much. God bless you. Have a nice night.”
And we parted.
But, that still leaves the question: Where did that guy want to go? I thought he needed directions.