Overheard near the
tradesman's entrance to the
at the height of festivities during the
Annual Fund-raising Ball for Dubious-language Causes
Good Lord, Mabel! What's all the hullabaloo about..?
They're tryin' to stir up public interest in Turkish conjunctions, Marvin.
I thought sure you saw the Mine are Turkish sign
on that one young woman's pullover --
the way you were lookin' so close...
Can I help it that we arrived in the middle of the wet T-shirt contest?
But even though I saw it...I still can't believe it.
Who in hell would wanna throw a wing-ding
in honor of Turkish conjunctions?
My little cousin Frannie for one, Marvin.
Am I supposed to be impressed?
Isn't that the same Frannie Fricke who set up business
with her love-sick father
on a swamp-barge in the Okefenokee --
where they were gonna strike it rich making Margarita cocktail coasters
out'ta recycled 8-inch floppy disks?
My God Mabel, they never got a single order!
Mebbe so, Marvin, but it seemed a good idea at the time...
Fran was just a 'pup' when her Mom ran off with the goatherd,
so Daddy Tom sold his 'Time Square Taxidermy' service
and moved her down to Florida where he first found work
restuffing worn-out Gästhaus mattresses at Okefenokee's
And it was there in the swamp that
Fran's love of Turkish conjunctions came to light.
How's that, Mabel?
Daddy Tom says he heard her whispering ya da ya da gerek gerek
to the swamp 'gators when she was only 3 years old.
That was problee just baby-talk, Mabel...
Mebbe so, Marv...But Daddy Tom thinks otherwise...
Says the 'gators showed a marked interest in her...
...at their feedin' time, mebbe...
What an awful thing to say, Marvin.
Why don't you just accept that Fran talked to the 'gators in Turkish...?
I could do, I suppose...But I'm just not convinced.
And why not?
Because those were southern 'gators, Mabel...
You don't believe they understood her New York accent...?