Today I was walking along the Annex, from a block away all I could hear was a wayyyy OUT OF TUNE guitar. OH my. I had to step in.

“Excuse me, can I tune your guitar?”

“Sure!” exclaimed the poofy blonde haired relic from the 60’s.

As I was tuning it up she felt compelled to tell her life story.

“I used to play a lot of shows back in the day and my boyfriend would tune up the guitar. I just got this guitar not too long ago. My son bought it for me,”

“Oh that was nice of him.” (maybe it might make the story more vivid if I mention it was a pretty cheap guitar, which would explain why it would keep falling out of tune.)

She continued, “yea and he bought it for me and said, ‘Mom, now you can go busking’ and here I am,”

“That’s awfully nice,”

And so she began strumming away at the guitar again. I peeked into her case and saw a toonie and a few quarters.

I thought nothing of it and went into Sobey’s. When I came out she was gone. I then saw her walking around with her boyfriend. No guitar playing. It was tuned for nothing. Or maybe she was taking a break.