“I never could get the hang of Thursdays.”
“This must be Thursday,' said Arthur to himself, sinking low over his beer. 'I never could get the hang of Thursdays.”
“Don't get in a blue car on a Thursday.''Which Thursday?''Any Thursday.''What kind of car?''A blue one. On a Thursday.''Okay.”
“Sometimes I didn't even feel like getting out of bed. I took to wearing my days-of-the-week panties out of order. It could be Monday and I'd have on underwear saying Thursday. I just didn't care.”
“A hanging, though, was something different. I got to thinking. We hadn’t never been to nothing just to have a good time. A hanging was special and we was all getting to go.”
“A hanging in a good quarrel is an easy death they say, though I could never hear of any that came back to say so.”