"Will you order me a ukulele, and then I'll pay you back?" asked a student last week. It was after school, and I was practicing the strum pattern for All My Loving.
"Nope," I answered without looking up.
She let out an exasperated sigh. "Why not?"
"But if you give me the money and a note from your dad," I continued, "then sure."
"I saw one I like for twenty dollars," she told me. "You can order it, then bring it in, then give it to me with 2 pieces of chocolate."
"Why would I do that?" I asked.
"You're selling used ukuleles!" she said. "You can't expect to get full price!"
"Nope," I answered without looking up.
She let out an exasperated sigh. "Why not?"
"But if you give me the money and a note from your dad," I continued, "then sure."
"I saw one I like for twenty dollars," she told me. "You can order it, then bring it in, then give it to me with 2 pieces of chocolate."
"Why would I do that?" I asked.
"You're selling used ukuleles!" she said. "You can't expect to get full price!"
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