Yesterday my boss walked into my office, saw an old resonator I had in the corner and said, “I have that exact same guitar!”

He picked it up, strummed it a couple times and said, “Actually, mine is signed by every artist that performed on Hope for Haiti, but otherwise…same one.”

He strummed it again and the pick slipped from his hands and bounced out of reach under a sofa.

“I owe you a pick,” he said as he put the guitar down and left the room.