The screech of car tyres outside the door, followed by the crash of a bumper scattering trash cans across the sidewalk, resonated through a cracked window. A door slammed, and in the silence which followed, Mistress PushmiPullu thought that she could hear the distinctive, uneven step of a limping man approaching the Tavern. A head peered round the door. Is this the emergency 24 hour chiropodist? the man said hopefully, my bunion is killing me!
Sit down croaked the blue faced recumbent figure, I'll be with you once I figure out what the heck I am doing under this table!.