Old Shirt: Hey! Hey, lady!…Excuse me, do you think you could turn around for a minute?
Dirty Pot (stage whisper, from sink): Ahh, what’s the use, she ain’t listening to you. You’re a Banlon shirt flapping around on a hanger.
Old Shirt: Oh, like you’re a big expert, you with the Kraft Dinner mustache sitting on top of a frying pan.
Dirty Pot: Well, I’ve been around this kitchen a little bit longer than you, buddy boy. And I can tell you, when she’s slurping Folger’s, there’s no talking to her.
Old Shirt: Too bad we don’t get Folger’s down at the office. Then maybe Biff would shut up once in awhile. He complains all day about his stupid In drawer. You oughta hear him whine! And he’s wearing me. No getting away for a little nap in a dark cupboard, like some folks.
Dirty Pot: Aw, forget it. Just shut up. She’ll be done in a minute. I know that cup and lemme tell you, it’s a lot smaller than it looks.
Old Shirt: No such luck, she’s got twelve jars of Folger’s on the counter over there. Looks like we’ll be here awhile.
[Many thanks to David Middlecamp at Photos From the Vault (fabulous photos from the archives of the San Luis Obispo Tribune) for this 1958 gem.]