Received this email this morning. Awesome.

Dan

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Hello Dan Mangan,

I hope this finds you well. I saw you play at the Haven in Edmonton last night. You were superb. You handed my friends and I some pretty solid sticks to bang together during Robots. We were pumped, & probably a little obnoxious about it. That, I will blame on the 3 glasses of house red we’d each just polished off. Anywhos, we had a lot of fun, and subsequently walked off with your instruments. In the car on the way home, we realized our mistake, and asked our designated driver to turn around so we could come back to the bar and make things right. She refused, assuring us that “they expect you to take them!”.

Well, I must say, Dan Mangan, I woke up this morning with an awful guilty knot it my stomach. It felt like the time when I was 4 and stole a package of birthday candles from the checkout at Shopper’s Drug Mart, and then my Mom looked in the bag when we got home and discovered that her daughter was a mangy thief. She scolded me. I was so ashamed.

For a fleeting moment this morning, I thought “I will find Dan Mangan before he leaves Edmonton & return these musical sticks!”. Realizing that this was probably impossible, I decided instead to contact you via the internet to apologize, explain the situation, and ask you how I can get your sticks back to you. They look like expensive sticks.

I’m sorry for taking advantage of the Robot stick-participation privilege.

Robin”