Last Saturday, hot day, phone call. Gruff, heavy breathing middle aged guy:
Jacks Music, can I help you.
-Hey!…I been out all goddamn day in this humid shit and now I’m inside and I’m callin’ YOU…Howyadoin?
..ok, so watchya need?
-OK now here’s the thing….I LOVE Three Dog Night…LOVE ‘EM! I saw ‘em a bunch of times…Even..In..Europe….OK, got that… So I want a box set of ‘em…ya know all the bells and whistles.
..mmmm…we might have a best of…I’m pretty sure we don’t have a box set, I’ll check
…ok, I’ll go check then…..[I check]……We have a single CD, Complete Hit Singles collection, it’s $9.99
-Wow!…$9.99 for a box set?!?
No, it’s one cd
-All the hits?!?
yeah, they managed to squeeze them all onto one cd.
-How many ya got left?
One, we can hold it at the front counter for you, what’s your name?
…alright…it will be at the front counter for Jerry or Don
It’s still there