A few months ago, Scott and I decided to join the world of Guitar Hero. I know, I know. We are probably… well, HE is probably too old for that. But who cares, right? So we went to Best Buy to buy the guitar for his Wii. While we were in there, we browsed the other selections. They had Rock Band set up and we’d never played that before. There was a little girl about 8 years-old playing on the drums. I waited my turn to play. When she put down the sticks and walked away, I quickly picked them up. Then, I realized that I didn’t know how to select what song and what difficulty, etc. The little girl noticed and offered to help. She took the drumsticks back and banged on certain drums to make the selections. So, I figured it out. Each drum has a colored ring that correlates to the color of the selection on the screen. Got it. So she hands them back to me.
I wait for moment and realize it is waiting for me to make one more selection. I reach out and bang on the drum to let it know I’m ready. Just as I did, the little girl reaches out to hit it with her hand. You got it. I banged the back of the little girl’s hand with the drum stick. Hard. She just looked back at me rubbing her hand and said softly, “Owwww.”
I apologized several times. But those of you who know me, know I didn’t do so without laughing. I could hardly play for laughing so hard. Scott told me I was going to get us kicked out of BestBuy for abusing small children. I wouldn't be surprised.
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