|...Mister turned around slowly and headed back toward the car presumably to get his spit cup grumbling under his breath the whole way.
"Lordy, that man is got the manners of a orange katan, what's it called, you know, one of them monkeys," Cleo said.
"Orangutan," I volunteered.
"Yea, that's it! Clyde. Right turn Clyde. Wasn't that Mr. Clint Eastwood's monkey that starred in all of those any which man I can movies."
"Um, I don't think it was his monkey. And the movies were called Any Which Way But Loose, I think," I said.
"Well, I don't know 'bout you, but I'll take my man loose, monkey like swinging from the bed posts or any which way I can, he he. Mister don't swing like he used too!"
"Cleo, stop talking! That lady don't need to be hearing things like that. You said you was gonna watch yourself," said Mister.
Meanwhile, Sissy was looking over the goods left out on the tables and holding up one item after the other asking how much I wanted for it. I'd name a price and she'd nod her head in agreement and put it aside. Cleo and Mister were fussing at each other and occasionally looking over at Sissy and the pile growing steadily beside her. I stopped putting away stuff, because the way things were looking, Sissy was gonna buy everything I had left.
"What are you doing tonight?" Cleo asked. "You wanna come go with us to the singing? It's out there on the four lane and you turn right on Upper Dowdy Doo Lane and turn right at the big red bird house. You can't miss it."
"Well, it's probably going to be after dark before I get finished putting all of this stuff up," I replied.
"Why, pshaw!" Cleo said. "We'd be glad to help you put it away. 'Side's, when Sissy gets through shopping, there ain't going to be much left..."
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Cleo, Mister and Sissy...Part II
Posted by Gianetta at 12:04 AM
Labels: odd characters, yard sales
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Wow...they were 'takin' over', huh?...Ewwww...that spit cup! And, wantin' ya' to go to the singin'...Dear Heavens~!! Love your write, it is humorous and right on for some of the peeps that come to sales...Lovin' the read!
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