because they have so much room for all their other crap

last night, the husband came home from a quick errand to the grocery store with this to say:
"isawanuprightpianoonthesideoftheroadan'ialwayswantedoneandthisone'sthereforfreean'canihaveit?"

to the baron - ignorant in all things piano related - the phrase 'upright piano' suggested something slim, something petite. something that maybe came with a strap. something that could sit unobtrusively in a corner of the basement, near the husband's drum kit. the baron had a parallel train of thought that went something like this: 'hey. they husband doesn't know how to play the piano...' but his enthusiastically shining face was too much for her. she consented and he hopped down the front stairs to get to the truck, to get to the piano. the tiny, unobtrusive, be-strapped one.

ahem.

in the end, it took the husband and a neighbor twenty minutes to unload this piano from the back of the truck into the basement... because reader, it's not very small at all.

in fact, it's rather piano sized. regular piano sized.

and it's only just barely related to a piano, as far as the baron can tell, since one is able to play, with the push of a button, any number of instruments on this 'piano'.

sigh.