Oh, sweet guitar shops. Walking into a guitar shop is like that moment in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory where the doors open and the kids see a glorious land of deliciousness and wonder. The walls are paved with guitars of all shapes and sizes, pedals line the shelves and youve got to try every last one in a musically-gluttonous binge of pure bliss (even if you can barely afford a Squier). Many of us have experienced the exasperation of a partner or friend who comes with you into the shop willingly, but doesnt really get it. After the first half hour of you bothering the shop staff and saying vague things like hmm, I really just want a bit more crunch they usually leave you alone and you quickly become the weird customer that wont leave. At least you arent the kid who can only play the first few bars of Smoke on the Water, and has played it on every single guitar in the shop every weekend for the past three months (like when you did when you first started learning).