For what seemed like the thousandth time I had barely sat down to my favorite rendition of Chopin when my next door neighbor, a certain woman named Mrs. Oppernockity, banged furiously on my apartment door.
"I'm terribly sorry to be importune," she whined as I threw open the door, "but your piano: It's in poor tune!"
28 posted on 04/10/2017 9:32:00 AM PDT by FredZarguna
(And what Rough Beast, its hour come round at last, slouches toward Fifth Avenue to be born?)