"Waiting for wired money." That's what the text from Vickie said. I turned to the guy selling the witch wood guitar. "Excuse me for a minute?" I asked. "Sure," he shrugged. I left Vickie in charge of the shop while I was on the road. Actually she was in charge of the shop even when I wasn't on the road. She would not have bothered to text me if she wasn't pretty sure it was going to happen. "Cool beans," I texted her. "You sound like such a gomer when you say that," came back. "Can you handle shipping or do you want me to take care of it?" I tapped out, "I'll be home in a couple of days." She came back with "I'll take care of it." "Cool beans," I texted. I'm sure if it was possible to text an eye roll, she would have, but the exchange ended. "Good!" I thought. "I have gas money to get home now." I turned to dirty ball cap guy and his haunted guitar.
The Pepperjackcaster will soon be on its way to France. Which guitar do you think will sell next?
The Pepperjackcaster will soon be on its way to France. Which guitar do you think will sell next?
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