If you would take over,Mitty looked at the craven figure of Benbow, who dar, and at the grav, uncertain faces of the two great specialists. if you wish, he said. They slipped a white gown on him; he adjusted a mask and drew on thin gloves; nurses handed him shining...
Bake it up, Mac! Look out for that Buick! Walter Mitty jammed on the brakes. Wrong lane,Mac, said the parking-lot attendant, looking at Mitty closely. Gee. Yeh, muttered Mitty.He began cautiously to back out of the lane marked Exit Only.Leave her sit there, said the attendant.I'll put her away. Mitty got out of the car. Hey, better leave the key. Oh, said Mitty,handing the man the ignition key. The attendant vaulted into the car, backed it up with insolent skill,and put it where it belonged.
They're so damn cocky, thought Wailer Mitty,working alone Main Street;They think they know everything.Once he had tried to take his chains off,outside new Milford, and he had got them wound around the axles. A man had had to come out in a wrecking car and unwind them, a young, grinning garageman. Since them Mrs.Mitty always made him drive to garage to have the chains taken off. The next time, he thought, I'll wear my right arm in a sling; they won't grin at me then. I'll have my right arm in a sling and they'll see I couldn't possibly take the chains off myself.He kicked at the the slush on the sidewalk. Overshoes, he said to himself, and he began looking for a shoe store