Detour for Idiom: Overheard in the Neighborhood
You could meet your ass end comin’ around them back streets on the detour.
Yeah, our little neck of the woods doesn’t see as much traffic in a month o’ Sundays
as since that old hotel bit the dust. Now it’s
busier‘n a one-armed paper hanger over here,
what with the lookey-loos.
I know. Hey, I heard Gary allow
they burnt it down for the insurance.
Dunno if I can cotton to that, though.
Nope. That dog don’t hunt.
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