Piano Tuner's Lesson

Don D

Gioverdi lived in a small village in the Alps. He was known throughout the hamlet for his masterful piano playing. People would come from the countryside and down from the hills just to listen to him play. After many, many years, his old Steinway fell out of tune a bit and eventually failed him. Gioverdi knew of a Mr. Ludig Opporknockity who lived several villages away. Ludig was the only piano tuner in the land. Gioverdi had managed to save enough coins to afford a visit from the tuner, so he sent him a letter of invitation to come and tune his fine old piano. Ludig Opporknockity arrived one cold November morning and went about the task of tuning up old Gioverdi's Steinway. After spending most of a day tweaking, twisting, tightening and wrenching, Ludig pronounced the job complete, collected the coins from Gioverdi, pulled on his heavy coat, gathered up his tools and went on his way, back toward his own village. Gioverdi, anxious to play beautifully once again for the masses took a seat and began to tickle the keys. Ahhh, the beautiful melody wafted through the small house and throughout the village. Then, boooonnnnnnnng....bink! One key was terribly off key. bink. bink. bink. Gioverdi, saddened and disappointed, sank on his bench as the people began to slink away and leave his doorway. By candlelight that night, he penned a quick letter to Ludig, the tuner, telling him that he must come right away, return immediately and rectify the tuning error, one key was terribly out of wack. bink. bink. bink. After the passage of a week, a letter arrived in Gioverdi's box. He noticed it was from Ludig Opporknockity and tore into it immediately, anxious to learn of Ludig's return date. But, alas, here were the word's of Ludig's letter: Sorry, my friend. Opporknockity only tunes once.

ray a

Great pun. I can relate to it, too. I've actually tuned a couple of pianos in my lifetime and I had to tune a harpsichord, on stage publicly, just before my senior recital many years ago in college.

Don D

Why would one tune a harpsicord publicly prior to a rectal? What kind of clinic was this anyway? I would seek another referral if I were you.

System

Don D, that is one of the greatest misspellings ever. Fess up, did you do it on purpose?

Don D

x;-)

ray a

It was a clinic that analyzed one's rectitude. Isn't that what rectal exams are for?

Whatever

The key to this situation is that you do not have a high-strung personality.

ray a

Pianos, keys, strung. This is becoming a very punny thread.

Don D

That's because you tried to hijack it. The thread was supposed to be about the lesson of not passing up opportunity. I suppose it went right over your flute.

System

I think it is a trombone? Oboe(sp) something big and loud, right ray?

System

Here in government, we leave the "l" out of public sometimes - just for pun.

Whatever

>Pianos, keys, strung. This is becoming a very punny thread.
You're comments are music to my ears. I would trumpet them to the world but I don't want to harp on this much longer. So I'll just put a damper on this because it is a minor theme. x:D

ray a

Beautiful, Whatever, absolutely beautiful. xclap

Human Resources Manager

Please stop!!!!!! The rampant puns are becoming physically painful! #-o

mwild31

xflash

Man - I almost didn't finish reading the post because it reminded me of why I don't watch the history channel - then, to my horror, to discover it was just a pun - I feel mislead x:-( . Where's the toilet humor Don, where's the smart- aleck jest? x;-)

Don D

Good to see you've got your Bit** hat back on!!

mwild31

Should I be offended or feel complimented?

ray a

both

Parabeagle

Neither offended or complimented, Mwild. You must remember that to Don all of us Pacific Northwesterners are just a bunch of Starbucks-sucking, Birkenstock-wearing, tree-hugging, liberal, Howard-Dean-do-gooders. Ergo, the "b" word.

mwild31

As if! I resent that stereotype - xx( - I would never vote for Howard Dean.

What's wrong with xhugs trees or birkenstocks? I love our trees....

Parabeagle

So do I. Our trees and mountains are the things I miss the most when I'm in the south (especially Texas). Okay, maybe the Howard Dean thing was a little over the top, but I was just trying to paint a picture with words and went a little overboard.

ray a

While you two northwesterners are group hugging around the trees in your birks, I want to remind you this thread is about passing up opportunities. Just trying to keep our focus.

San Francisco

Gee, that's nothing compared to what he thinks of Californians- (now, don't everyone else join in). In fact, that sounds like a compliment if that's all Don has to say about you Pacific Northwesterners!

Elizabeth

Parabeagle

Okay, let's all join hands and sing a chorus of "Blowin' in the Wind." x;-)

mwild31

Or, since the thread is about opportunity and how often it knocks, how about, "Knock three times on the ceiling if you want me.."