WARNING: NSFW!
Part II: The Trail of Tears
So the next day, there we were, lying in bed in her penthouse suite at the Ritz when the girl turns to me and says, "Tape me! Tape me, you stud! Tape me with your Shure 330!"
I froze, realizing that I still didn't
have a Shure 330. So I did the only thing I could do. I reached into my pants pocket and pulled out the only thing I could---a Nady CM-90 SDC.
The next thing I knew, I was out on the street, naked, holding my Nady pencil condenser, its small form utterly failing to cover my shame. Apparently, such an inadequate mic just couldn't satisfy such a beautiful lady.
And so, I walked home, naked, alone, wallowing in my own mediocrity, and freezing my nuts off. When I got home, again, she was sitting on the front porch.
I've gotta get me one of those keychains with the retractable belt clip, I thought, realizing I'd left my car at her place.
"You forgot your keys," she said, taking a moment to look me over and snicker before adding, "and your pants."
At that moment, I realized something. I was never going to get the girl if my whole mic closet was worth less than one night in her penthouse. So I made up my mind right then and there. I was going to send in another entry into that contest thing. If I got that mic, she'd have to take me back. After all, the girl was achin' for a ribbon, and I was just the man to give it to her.