As I drove home from work the other day, I saw a most distressing scene by the side of the road.
One can only imagine the story.
“Well, boss, we got everything moved.”
“Where’s the piano?”
“We got it too.”
“Really? Where is it?”
“It’s…. it’s….”
I wonder. What does a piano falling off of a truck going 30 MPH down the street sound like? Not a pretty chord, I imagine.














