How do I feel?
A couple years ago a guy at the pool hall, a regular for years, had his cue stolen: a nice Schon-R that he had bought new. After that, I watched him come in every day, pull a cue down off the wall and play, but it was not his usual excellent game. He needed his gun.
This guy and I were not pals. He didn't like me much and I wasn't crazy about him, but it bothered me seeing him come in every every day with a long face. This guy really loves pool, so I offered him a loaner 'til he got another stick. It seemed like the right thing to do. He accepted.
It was one I made for myself several years ago, a wrap-less E.I. Rosewood/Maple 5/16-14/steel joint sneaky pete but with a new ferrule-less shaft and a Morri medium, plain black collars, black butt/white "Hoppe" ring. It was modeled after a Bob Fry cue I had purchased as a quality standard for my own cues when I first started. It was a good stick and, naturally, "hit a ton"
Well, two weeks later he approached me about having a stick built. He wanted a 59" cue, and I happened to have a nice full splice/full splice core curly Bubinga/birdseye cue with a 1" over butt that I was working on at the time. He liked it, he agreed to the price, and we shook hands on the deal. I was stoked because here was a guy that didn't even LIKE me, ordering a stick. Cool. It was a nice compliment. I finished the cue and threw in a little extra ringwork no charge since I felt so good about the sale.
When I brought the cue in for delivery he hit balls for a while and lit up the table. He loved it. "So what do I owe you?" I kind of gulped, since we had already worked that out, and I repeated the price. But what he said next really blew me away. "Yeah, but I need this one too", pointing at the "loaner". Yup, he bought both.
All this about two years ago.
So yesterday I walked into the poolhall and I noticed another regular hitting balls with what looked to me, from across the room, with my bad eyes, one of my cues. It looked most excellent. Even better than I remembered.
"I just bought it!" he beamed. It was that same bubinga cue.
So how did I feel after this guy went and sold my at-one-time latest, greatest, tricked-out-in-every-way proudest creation?
Another smiling face holding one of my cues? How do I feel?
Terrific!
Robin Snyder