"Oiieee," I say to myself.
"How quaint," the Frieght House lady comments, "Reciting the vowels just like we learned in the Township School," she goes on, "And Wileand checks into it and was sold, we could put up the shell for much less, and have our utilities installed, we can live in the office section while we refinish the inside, plus the house-machine shed will be insulated, ventilated, and storm-proof tooo."
"All the utilitarian," I comment.
And now the Freight House Salesperson smiles and says, "That’s my dearest the last of the die-hard Romantics."
"Can I have one guess as to the who the helpful bystander was?" I ask.
The Salesperson smiles broadly, "Our dear friend, HM WeenerMan."
I might nothave acted too surprised.
The Frieght House salesperson then adds, "And he offered to come out and help Wileand while we refinish the interior," now the Freight House salesperson looks at me, and lightly puts a hand to the side of her head, "Aeeiiioouuu," she remarks, "Never a dull moment in Weenerman Township."