(conversation between Jane Bradley, Joe’s wife, and Mary Blonda, at this time handling orders from the warehouses and independent wholesalers for the local 7-11 stores.)
JANE: Mary, I just got some bad news from Apu’s store.
MARY: What’s going on?
J: The Pope isn’t going to order the circus peanuts when he comes out this wey next year.
M (startled): You mean–
J: Yup. I don’t know why people go hog-wild buying whatever snack foods the Pope tries wherever he goes, but that’s the breaks.
M: I guess it’s just as well. The circus-peanut manufacturer is going through a merger–and I swear I am sick of that damned delivery man!!
J:Why? What does he do?
M: Every time he brings an order into the store I work in [two blocks from the Blondas’ house] he calls me ‘Dear Girl’ and tries to unzip my pants and reach into my blouse!
Mary’s husband Bob comes into the office at this moment.
B*[sotto voce]: Hey, Mary, maybe it’s because he’s turned on by you being braless!
M: No, Bob. I’m only braless for you–at home.
*It’s the end of Mary’s work day and she walks out with Bob, who wraps his arm around her and fondles her, as she likes him to do. Jane leaves the building; as she does, she hears a feature article on a local news radio spot: