We’all was a standin’ there, a swayin’ back n forth hopin’ we don’t pass out, when this female person comes up, a looking like them maids you see in the movies with her black dress and white cap, apron and all. While I.M. and the other fellers was still a strangling fer a breathe, she says something that sounded like, ”Would madammozells and monsures like a seat on the furanda or in the conservastory?” Us fellers was sure she weren’t a talkin’ to us, but by lookin’ around it were discovered there weren’t no one there but us. This were not lookin’ good fer sure.
Whatsoever it were that maid lady had actually said, the next thing we knowed, we was being led to our seats on the furanda, which I hoped weren’t where them pelts was a hanging that were a smellin’ so bad. On the way one of the fellers asked the ladies what that smell were that had darned near a kilt us. To which we learned that it were what any beauty parlor smells like and had something to do with them permenances the ladies were a getting’ right regular like. No wonder Nilda was always a piling on the prefume. If myownself had to be around something that stunk that bad, I.M.’d be known as the Channel No.5 man fer sure, there’d be so much of that perfume on I.M. to cover up that smell..
Clem, I.M. sorry to have got a mite bit carried away there, but if that ain't enough fer ya, let me know and I’ll fill you in on more of what happened that day. Fer now, I.M yer favorite cousin's husband who are newlie educationed in the inner workings of a combination restaurant and beauty parlor, or at the least the smells of such. I.M. are also now a firm believer in always eatin' in the RV, mobile, moble home rather than at them restaurant place that womenfolk pick.