Brand New

This is the conversation after school:

Delaney: Uh, Dad, so I was walking into school and I slipped.
Me:
Delaney, I fell on the cello, butit'snotbroken.
Me: What's wrong?
Delaney: One of the strings dug into the bridge. We have the maintenance plan, and can get it looked at, right?
Me: Yep, where's the cello?
Delaney:

It figures. We traded in his cello for a new one Friday night, and he got a brand new one. One that no other kid had ever rented or played. Just his luck that he slipped today, with a concert on Wednesday.

He needs to bring it home, and we’ll take it over to the shop to have them look at it, but not before Wed. Fortunately there are lender cellos that he can use for that.

Glad we have insurance.