I don’t have any idea why I did it.  I mean, I know better, it’s always a mistake.  Yet in spite of that I did it.  I think it was the curiosity factor.

What am I talking about that I regret doing so much?  I asked a question.  One simple question that ought to have been answered in no more than a minute or two.

Thirteen hours later I finally managed to exit the barrage of every single thought that James has ever had about designing the music studio of his dreams.

He came into the Nutjob Hills Diner last week all excited.  He said that he was finally going to be building something that he had been wanting for years.

My mistake was in asking him what that was.

He was only too glad to start flooding me with everything there was to know about this music studio he was going to finally be able to build.  I listened politely, letting him enjoy his moment.  Then he said something that confused me a bit.  Something about getting a new primacoustic stratusacoustic cloud at musician’s friend for the control booth to insure that the sound quality was the best possible.

The first thing that went through my mind was that it was some new “Cloud Computing” thing that would somehow process the music before (or as) it was being recorded.

He told me that no, it was a special kind of sound proofing that would stop echos & several other words I didn’t know the meaning of but didn’t dare ask him about.

This went on for a total of thirteen hours before my phone rang.  I answered it and acted surprised like it was something urgent, apologized and left.  Swearing to myself that I would *NEVER* ask a question like that in Nutjob Hills again.

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