Sooo, I went to the Tucson symphony last weekend. They were playing Beethoven's Ninth, one of Mrs Chief's favorites. As you might know, there's a long passage in this piece, maybe 15 minutes, during which the double basses have no parts. I noticed that as the orchestra reached this part, the two bassists snuck out the back. I was curious, so I snuck out the side door and followed them. Sure enough, they hustled over to a bar, and were quickly pounding back beers as fast as they could. I was fascinated, so I followed them in and took up a place next to them at the bar. Soon enough, one of them checked his watch and looked startled. "Hey, we need to get back!" he said. "Not to worry," said the other. "I wanted an extra beer or two, so I tied a cord around the last few pages of the conductor's score. It'll take him at least an extra couple minutes to untie it." With that, they each pounded back two more beers in what seemed like two minutes, and then sort of staggered back to their place in the orchestra. I slipped back in, and sat down next to Mrs Chief. She leaned towards me and whispered, "Something is wrong, the conductor is fiddling with the score, and he looks really worried." "Well," I whispered back, "of course he is. It's the bottom of the Ninth, the score is tied, and the bassists are loaded."