I feel shafted(*)! There is no proper ending! True to form, I guess...
*edited because I have the utmost respect for gypsies and never associated the word "gypped" with any practice performed by any gypsies I have every met (I actually know some). My bad.*
My grandfather used to tell a story about a father and son who both played piano. One night, after a particularly heated argument, the son stormed out. He didn't return until well after his father went to sleep. To have the last word, he went over to the piano and played the loudly IV chord, followed by the V chord. And then he went to bed. He smiled as he listened to his father turning in his bed. Eventually his father got up, went downstairs, and played the I chord.
