The most recent time it happened to me was when my fiancée and I were handed a four-figure vet bill after rushing our beloved cat – who’d become alarmingly sick and woozy very quickly one morning – to the doctor. “He just ate something he shouldn’t have and it knocked his digestive system out of whack and temporarily weakened him – he’s fine!” Thanks, Dexter!
For a minute or two upon returning home I, frazzled, gazed at my Strat and thought, ‘You’re neither my number 1 nor my number 2 guitar. I tend to kind of ignore you, and I have a lot of bills to pay…’
