"Yes most certainly. But Mr. Jones what if it's occupied?" It was as fair caution given my struggle to function in two dimensions at the same time.
"Well, sir, we'll make other arrangements if we intrude on the workings of democracy." His discomfort evidently overcome, he smiled with the tolerance of a wise soul who becomes involved with a foolish one. He turned and proceeded to set his pace as he walked north towards old Badenhop's Motors, his cane tapping on the cobblestone walkway.
I made my way home to Mother's and had an evening with mortals-her and my sister. We told stories too, but none over sixty years old, or maybe seventy.