The beginning of the bad...

So I started Piano lessons with "Heather" from down the road.
She had a son, Mitchell, who would insist on sitting in the room and watch us. He would bring his cars and trucks in and race them on the floor making "brrrrmmm brrrrmmm" noises. He was actually known around the street as Dennis (the menace).
Heather's piano was always out of tune. I realised that the annoying thing about having absolute pitch was noticing poor tonal quality left, right and centre. Heather charged $30 per half hour (that's a lot) and there'd be many weeks where this would be $30.40 - the 40 cents being extra because she photocopied a piece of music that took up two sheets of paper. Sometimes it was $40.20, sometimes it was only $30.20.