"Uh, I guess the best."
"They're all best," Maude said. "Can't you remember the brand?"
"No," he said.
Meddlin' Maude rose to her feet. She looked down at him severely. "George, you're slipping," she said and marched off to the Keep Smiling office.
George grabbed the telephone. Five thousand pounds per square inch, he thought. Whammo!
The phone rang seven times. Then he dialed Charlie's house, but Beth did not answer either. Rosy and Beth spent hours at the supermart. It was the social center of Sunnydale where the gals could gossip a little and compare brands.
George took the elevator up to the company cafeteria. On the fifth floor Mr. Perkins stepped in.
"Just got your Lawndale policies," Mr. Perkins said. "Fast work, son. Keep it up."
"Thank you, sir. I had an inquiry this morning, sir. About domestic accidents."