We've ALL got some story about some occasion that at one time was most unpleasent, but is now amusing. Might be fun to share them...here's mine...from last night: I normally keep my book in the music pouch inside my case. I was practicing at Crane in one of the rehearsal rooms, and thought :"hmmm...my book is in my case..I've got a few licks that just done seem to be sitting right. Better go over them." So, I did. I gathered up my music at the end of the session, including my book, and put things away to go home. When it was time to go, I grabbed the usual..case with mute bag and water bottle. And for some reason, my cell phone. (Never bring it 'cause I don't want to forget to turn it off and have it ring). I got into the pit at about 7:35 pm, for an 8:00 pm start. Reach in to grab my music, no music. It was in my music bag...at home. Ever get punched in the gut? Real hard? That's what I felt like. I made a call home...my wife saved the day and ran it over (about a 20 minute drive). The whole time I was waiting I was going over the first 2 tunes in my head, trying to play them from memory. (Just in case). Not too hard... I told the conductor (while sweating bullets...) and he had the show held until the heroic entrance of my wife at the pit door with music in hand...at precisely 8:00 pm. Guess who is going to be doing laundry for the next month?