That's Rock and Roll

O.k., so now that I'm all hot to learn to play the gee-tar, and given my fairly eclectic musical taste, I'm trying all sorts of stuff that looks fairly simple, or which has simple bits, anyway. (Incidentally: I really, really suck at music...) So some of it seems better on acoustic, so I decide to take JQ's acoustic to the music shop so it can get fixed up--neck straightened and whatnot, and I take the electric along to ask whether there's anything that needs to be done to it (the instructions make some vague, semi-English reference to adjusting distance from the pick-ups). While I'm walking around talking to the music shop dude, the (not-terribly-well-engineered) strap pops off the thing on the thing, and my brand new electric guitar crashes to the (concrete) floor. I stop and stare at it in horror.

"#*@%" quoth I.

Music shop dude keeps on walking and says, roughly:

"Oh, wow, is that, like, the first time you've dropped yer guitar? It's all good, man...that's like...rock and roll."

LOOOL music dudes.