I keep a guitar in my office at work. Coworkers are always asking when I’ll play for them. I don’t.
But today I did. It was our quarterly birthday luncheon for all the people with birthdays this quarter.
Anyway, I brutally murdered a rendition of the traditional happy birthday song after playing through it two times the previous night and not touching a guitar all day.
No one has asked me to play at the next quarterly birthday luncheon.