Ummm…hallo,
there everybody. I’m Mrs. Stivic. You know, the “lunch line lady?” Oh, well, maybe you don’t recognize me
without my hairnet. That Evil Genius
man makes me wear it when I’m serving you boys your lunch, don-chya-no? I’m not really sure what they want me to do
here because I don’t really get out of the cafeteria much, but this nice young
man said he had a meeting or some such thing to do and asked if I could present
a poll for you after lunch. Well, I
said “You betcha, my sister married a very nice polish gentleman when we yousta
live back in Oshkosh, don-chya-no?”
Well, this
young man said it didn’t have anything to do with Poland or Oshkosh, it had
something to do with “tats.” Well, I’ll
let you know, when I heard that I told him that I’m a respectable person and we
just don’t use that kind of language back in Oshkosh! Well, he seemed a little bent outta shape, and then said that he
meant "tattoos." So I told this young man
that I remember my uncle Jim…Jim Falarky was his name. Him and aunt Marge lived down in Sheboygan
before the war, don-chya-no? Well,
uncle Jim got one of those tattoo things on his arm when he joined them
Marines. Down in San Diego, after he
graduated from boot camp. Well, I had
heard that that California place was kind of, well, “liberal” abowt them
things, what with all them Hollywood movie stars ‘n such but I shur wouldn’t
let one of my boys join them Marines or go to California if that’s what they’re
doin’ out there!
Oh, well, it’s been really nice chatin’ with you now, but I’ve
gotta get back die-rectly to the cafeteria or I’ll never get dinner done!
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