A bad neighborhood for accordions.

I was on my way home from a gig recently with my vintage accordion in the back seat of my car. On the way, I got an invite to meet friends at a bar in a shady part of town. I was quite nervous about leaving my accordion in the car. However, I parked and went into the bar for a couple hours. As I left the bar to return to my car, I had an ominous feeling of dread. As I approached I saw broken window glass on the ground. I peered into the back seat and saw that there were now two accordions.

Hat tip to Michael Enos of Mudfrog.