(We apologize for the unhappy ending of this story, realizing that it should have been the other way about. But truth must prevail in these columns at all costs.)—Bob Edwards’ Book.
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This Ain’t So Good
“Wait a minute, lady,” said the garage attendant. “You owe us a dollar and a half—your battery was fixed. Pay me please.”
“Indeed,” snorted the fair driver, “my husband told me to have it charged!”
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“The doctor says you may have a little whisky. He says the dose will be—”
“Never mind what he says. I know all about the dose.”