Oh holy crap, hysterical laughter much?

I had this English teacher (eleventh grade, maybe) who would go to the flea market all the time, and every time would tell us afterwards that he wished he had a banjo so that whenever the old guy was playing, he could whip his out and have a lively round of dueling banjos. He even did the sound effects and air banjo for it.

This story makes me crave boiled peanuts. Yay for you!