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Heard Any Good Ones: Part 2
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<blockquote data-quote="moreluck" data-source="post: 1379330" data-attributes="member: 1246"><p><strong> Metronome</strong></p><p> </p><p> </p><p><strong>I had purchased a talking metronome while I was attending a conference in New York for music teachers. Before my son and I boarded our flight home, I hefted my carry-on bag onto the security-check conveyor belt.</strong></p><p> </p><p><strong>The guard's eyes widened as he watched the monitor. He asked what I had in the bag, then slowly pulled out the six-by-three-inch black box covered with dials and switches. Other travelers, sensing trouble, vacated the area.</strong></p><p> </p><p><strong> "A metronome," I replied weakly, as my son cringed in embarrassment.</strong></p><p> </p><p><strong>"It's a talking metronome," I insisted. "Look, I'll show you." I took the box and flipped a switch, realizing that I had no idea how it worked, "One... two... three... four," it said. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.</strong></p><p> </p><p><strong> As we gathered our belongings, my son whispered, "Aren't you glad it didn't go 'four... three... two... one...'?"</strong></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="moreluck, post: 1379330, member: 1246"] [B] Metronome[/B] [B]I had purchased a talking metronome while I was attending a conference in New York for music teachers. Before my son and I boarded our flight home, I hefted my carry-on bag onto the security-check conveyor belt.[/B] [B]The guard's eyes widened as he watched the monitor. He asked what I had in the bag, then slowly pulled out the six-by-three-inch black box covered with dials and switches. Other travelers, sensing trouble, vacated the area.[/B] [B] "A metronome," I replied weakly, as my son cringed in embarrassment.[/B] [B]"It's a talking metronome," I insisted. "Look, I'll show you." I took the box and flipped a switch, realizing that I had no idea how it worked, "One... two... three... four," it said. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.[/B] [B] As we gathered our belongings, my son whispered, "Aren't you glad it didn't go 'four... three... two... one...'?"[/B] [/QUOTE]
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