Backstage walls at Second City

What can Anne Romagnoli do to sell you an accordion?

"I am going to sell you an accordion," said Anne Romagnoli.

"Not right -- " began the teenage boy.

"No, listen, I've got to sell you an accordion. Why can't I sell you an accordion? You need an accordion. Look at you."

"I know, but my accordion, it was my uncle's accordion, and, uh," he said, dissolving into mumbles.

"You're playing a child's accordion. You need an adult's accordion. How old are you?"

"I'm 15."

"You're 15, and you're playing a child's accordion. What can I do to sell you an accordion?"

I'm sold. I've visiting Mrs. Romagnoli's store this weekend, just to check it out. Here's her full story, courtesy of the Chicago Tribune.

Uncle Jemima