Out of the blue the garbage disposal just yawned and belched like a crocodile that ate a poodle. Gave me the willies. I have goosebumps up and down my arms. The sounds of running major appliances are the background music of my life. If they all cease at once I wonder if my heart quit beating. (Oh, Lordy, Mizz Amana, we'z all agonna die!) Still, I never heard the disposal belch before in all my born days.
My mom used to admonish us for burping by chanting, "To squelch a belch and bear the pain, or belch a belch and bear the shame?" In my family shame was clearly more horrible than pain. A belch could go down on your Permanent Record, after all.
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