So I had a guy come pick up his Fender Red Knob Dual Showman. It was owned by Dug Pinnick of King's X until my customer helped him move outta state and it was given to him. I replaced a front jack and a phase inverter valve for him, but that's not really the story. I had been working by myself, up until about the time he showed up, in some orchid greenhouses today installing various automated climate control systems and somehow or another I ripped my shorts right at the crotch a good bit. I knew I had done it but had forgot about this until we were on my front porch and I squatted down like Spiderman to show him something about it and the whole package just popped right out exactly in line with what I was pointing at. Not just one of the boys, the whole $%&#ing show. Boxer shorts tend to ride when physical labor is present and gravity did the rest. He was about two feet from me at this point, was kinda shocked, but paid me $3 extra for my work.
