On the Phone With Mrs Kravits
I am on the phone with Mrs. Kravitz.
You remember her.
Samantha's snoopy neighbor on the TV Show Bewitched.
Oh, you weren't alive in the sixties?
Follow along.
Here is her dialogue.
What is going on?
No telling what this is about.
It is a door to door solicitor, she tells me.
I take care of the neighbors.
He had better not be going over there!
Her elderly neighbor pays her in Valium if she shoos the salesmen away.
I hear her door open.
Slow down Mass Whole!
I’m calling the cops on that one, she tells me.
This is two seconds after telling me she had threatened yet another doctor.
I’ll have his license! She told me. I reported him to the medical board.
It is a wonder she has not been hunted down yet.
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