If I have guests that I want to leave my house, I will just play a cylinder from Will Oakland..

Tony K.
Edison Collector/Restorer
Funniest dialogue ever! I guess I've been lucky, the few guests I've had here, and shown the collection to on purpose, have been genuinely, politely interested. But (other than my 3 close pals in the hobby), they've never come back, either.MikeB wrote:My interactions with guests usually go something like this:
Guest: “Well, there’s a lot of… stuff… in here.”
Me: “I’ve been an antique dealer all my life. Occupational hazard. (That’s me justifying being a hoarder – it’s a profession, so it’s okay).
Guest: “This stuff looks pretty old. What’s it worth?”
Me: “I’m not sure. I don’t really do it for the money. I love history.” (I’m thinking, what’s it to you? You gonna knock the place over, you tasteless cretin?)
Guest: “Is anything new in here?”
Me: “The refrigerator is about 10 years old. I have a microwave oven. Have to eat. I have one T.V., but it’s a Predicta, and it doesn’t work.”
Guest: “A Pred-what?”
Me: “Predicta. It’s an old type of TV.”
Guest: “And it doesn’t work? Then how do you watch TV?”
Me: “I don’t.”
Guest: “No TV? Are you religious or something?”
Me. “Let’s move along. Do you like music?”
Guest: “I like some rap. Techno is cool. Britney... Why are you holding your stomach like that?”
Me: “My tastes might seem a bit odd to you. I play music on these talking machines… I mean phonographs… I mean record players.”
Guest: “Oh, record players. I sometimes dress up in black and go to this vinyl record store with my friends. It’s the newest thing.”
Me: “Vinyl has been around for a while. But this stuff ain’t vinyl. These, for example…”
Guest: “I see that you collect toilet paper rolls. Wow, you have a lot of them. I sometimes made art projects out of them in the third grade.”
Me: “These are cylinder records. Many of them are made out of wax. Here, I’ll play one.” (I load up the Edison).
Guest: “That’s music? I can’t understand anything. Sounds like some drunk guy drowning. I think that your thing is broken.”
Me: “Oh, crap. I guess that Uncle Josh wasn’t the best choice. What about a minstrel song?”
Guest: “Well, I gotta go now. My uncle/wife/husband/friend/parole officer is waiting for me.”
Me: “But wait, I can play you a better one.”
Guest: (Starts backing up, never takes eyes off of me).
Me: “Please don’t step on the cat.”
Guest: Opens door. Vanishes.
Me: “Maybe we can do this again some time.”
(The sound of squealing tires).
Too funny!(The sound of squealing tires).
Thanks!Roaring20s wrote:Here it is...
James.