Hello Mr. Rabinowitz. I'll satisfy your every desire. Meanwhile, a cup of coffee, please, black. Uh, also the yellow pages, if you don't mind. Nothing too large.
Big ones have too many people.
If I approach the wrong one, who knows what'll happen. Flies buzzed around his head, swooping down to nibble on some crumbs missed in the hurried wipe-up at closing time. Harry absently brushed them away as he tried to decide. A pleasant, family bank was what he wanted, a long distance away. Abruptly, he closed the telephone book and checked the ball scores in the newspaper.