I was called by a young woman to tune a piano as a surprise for her mother's fiftieth birthday. It seems her mom had always wanted to learn to play the piano and there was one in the house left over from years earlier when the daughters had unsuccessfully attempted piano lessons of their own. It was arranged for me to come during the birthday party, tune the piano, and play Happy Birthday plus a few of mom's favorite songs, after which, the daughters would present her with a gift certificate for piano lessons. All during the party mom kept an ear out for the door bell, having a suspicion that some surprise person would be arriving. When I rang she ran to the door and swung it wide open. Her face fell as she regarded this old, overweight, mostly bald, guy with a tool bag in hand. She gasped, "YOU CAN'T BE THE STRIPPER!"
