He's got the cymbal bag.
No return trip because he is at the bar asking for tea because he has a tickle in his throat.
I never wore the neck scarf while walking around drinking tea but I always found something ELSE to do during load-in/out. You know, making sure I had my own room, load my personal stuff in, unpack and then head back down just in time to help load in the last of 6 Martin bins while adding in a few grunts and groans for effect.
Usually about Wednesday (3:34am) the porn addicted soundman would pipe up in passive anger to say something like "and don't we didn't notice your absence during load in.."
Rinse and repeat the following week.
Oh well. *singin'* La-da-da-de-laa-de-dah
