A man walked into a guitar shop and asked the clerk if he had any vintage Gibsons. The clerk brought in a 2015 Gold top LP Std.
"Shit, son," the man said,"This isn't a vintage Les Paul."
"What does vintage mean to you?" the clerk asked. The man gave a pretty good explanation of what vintage was.
"That's a dictionary definition."
"Well it's the sound and the mojo."
"What's mojo?"
The man couldn't explain.
"Do you think playing a guitar with 'mojo' transfers that 'mojo/ to you?
"What?"
"Well you can't tell me what mojo is, so you want to buy something for some reason that's cloudy in your mind, for reasons that are even cloudier."
"Are you trying to dissuade me from buying a vintage Les Paul."
"Not at all," the clerk answered. "Just got in a 59 and a 60."
"Then why did you bring out the 2015."
"Why do we do anything we do?"
"What?"
"Genetics, environment, social conditioning, innate desires, the death drive, the sex drive?"
"I don't know what this has to do with me buying a guitar."
"Nobody knows what anything has to do with anything else. We're only propped up by imaginary social structures which we take as real and literal."
"Oh snap, I see that I'm late for an appointment. I'll come back soon to look at it."
"No you won't"
The customer yelled, "F off" to the clerk and left.
The clerk's boss who had quietly witnessed the exchange finally spoke up: "Dammit Sigmund Freud. I should never have hired an Austrian."