Being a Texan, generally I get all Yosemite Sam. First I scream, hoot and a little hollering, then I squeeze off a couple rounds from both of my revolvers in the air.
But when I found stock doubles of a super raer spiro jazz 45 this past Saturday amongst mounds and mounds of terds it was a flat "Now this day is starting to look good." But in the future if I find at least two copies of a 45 ,I think I'm going to start putting them over my eyes like a mask and stick my tongue out at someone. What do you think?
I usually just pass gas immediately...not a word...
the fart creates a protective layer around me...making it impossible for other diggers, dealers, or even the person I'm buying the record from get close enough to see what's what....try it...works everytime...VEGAN POWER!
I might accidentally catch myself going "hmmmm"...but in my mind[/b] I'm going, "WELL, HEL-LO JOSEPHINE..."
lol - yea. I try to keep the poker-face, too...until I've paid anyway. Then I let the seller know they just made my day/week/month.
I might let an "Oh!" slip, but in my head, I am giddy excited and saying "OH MY GAWD! Here it is!".
Once at a record convention I saw some rube once blow his cool totally. He was losing his shit over some common Brook Benton 45, and even worse, he was visibly excited before he paid for it. Oh My God! I've Been Looking For This All Of My Life! Wow, I'd Pay Anything To Get This! How Much Is It! And the dealer is totally messing with the man's head, quoting these insane, inflated prices...I don't know what the outcome was, but if the guy wound up paying even $2 more than he was supposed to, I wouldn't be surprised.
A guy in the shop just found something (can't see what yet) that apparently he's been looking for for a while. His comments to his digging buddy were "maaan, duude!" I had a French customer last year who found one of his white whales in my shop. He held the record aloft with both hands and cried out "five years, five years!" Nice to know there's still some passion for music out there!
Two weeks ago, when I got the Dorothy Glass LP, I literally took a full second to turn my head around and look about the store to see if someone was putting me on. Like Allen Funt was hiding behind the rack of discount CDs.
"Diggety" or "Done". But I try and keep it pokerfaced really. I don't have any real grails so it's really just a matter of keeping the collection growing.
There's a dude who consistently "scats" and sings while he digs next to me. This has happened on multiple occasions, and he only seems to do it when he's right next to me. He stops singing when he's next to someone else.
I think he's doing it to try to throw me off. Good luck, buddy.
Anybody gripp, regripp (because of sweaty palms) and slowly bring the $100 record nervously up to the counter? (as if the clerk will "find out" that it is actually NOT a 10 dollar record and will not sell it to you).
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lol - yea. I try to keep the poker-face, too...until I've paid anyway. Then I let the seller know they just made my day/week/month.
I might let an "Oh!" slip, but in my head, I am giddy excited and saying "OH MY GAWD! Here it is!".
First I scream, hoot and a little hollering, then I squeeze off a couple rounds from both of my revolvers in the air.
But when I found stock doubles of a super raer spiro jazz 45 this past Saturday amongst mounds and mounds of terds it was a flat "Now this day is starting to look good." But in the future if I find at least two copies of a 45 ,I think I'm going to start putting them over my eyes like a mask and stick my tongue out at someone. What do you think?
the fart creates a protective layer around me...making it impossible for other diggers, dealers, or even the person I'm buying the record from get close enough to see what's what....try it...works everytime...VEGAN POWER!
JUMANJI!
actually, i think i muttered "that'll work" once.
Once at a record convention I saw some rube once blow his cool totally. He was losing his shit over some common Brook Benton 45, and even worse, he was visibly excited before he paid for it. Oh My God! I've Been Looking For This All Of My Life! Wow, I'd Pay Anything To Get This! How Much Is It! And the dealer is totally messing with the man's head, quoting these insane, inflated prices...I don't know what the outcome was, but if the guy wound up paying even $2 more than he was supposed to, I wouldn't be surprised.
Whammy!
I had a French customer last year who found one of his white whales in my shop. He held the record aloft with both hands and cried out "five years, five years!"
Nice to know there's still some passion for music out there!
"Oh, no, sorry, that record is not for sale"
I would be an excellent bitter record store dude
That, plus the classic soft, inhaled "ohhh."
Dude.
"Hmmm..what fool got rid of this"?
"Shhh..I'm coping dis"!!!
I think he's doing it to try to throw me off. Good luck, buddy.
And then I jump on the phone as I walk out and call my mate to brag!
Do you buy them with Dope money?
Or do you sell them to buy Dope?
Just Curious.
It sounds kind of dangerous.
And to come full circle Heston-style, the dude should then proceed to get on his knees and yell
"You Maniacs! Ah, damn you! God damn you all to hell!"