A few years back, I had a guitar student named Marguerita. She was a full-growed woman (early twenties), but she was a little bit of a thing (also, cute as a bug's ear!). Her father was Dutch and her mother was Taiwanese. Her parents had met at a cooking school in Boston.

Anyway, Marguerita had a fairly nice steel-string guitar (can't remember what kind:   Japanese-made, I think). The strings were shot, and one evening I was changing strings for her. One of the bridge pines was stuck and even with a pair of pliers,, I couldn't get the bloody thing out so I could take the old string off. Marguerita stuck her whole arm through the sound hole, elbow and all, reached under the bridge, and manage to shove the pin out with her finger.

I was afraid she might get her arm stuck in the guitar, but no problem!

I've seen wonders in my life!!

Don Firth