Most of the time when we unload our truck at the end of a show, we’re not missing much. On the whole, we’re really diligent about counting and re-counting.
But there’s something about stingers.
Everyone wants them, everyone takes them, uses them, drops them when they’re done and then fails to tell us where.
So at the end of a show we’re almost always missing a few. It drives best boys mad, but it’s just the way it goes.
Except today, when we unloaded the “truck” (so small that it took two of us 15 minutes to empty and the rental house guys less than an hour to count), and laid out all the stingers, we weren’t missing any.
Everyone was shocked.
Not literally, of course, but I can’t remember the last time the stinger count matched the paperwork.