Helga was hang the wash out to dry, and then went downtown to pick up some dry cleaning.
”Gootness, iss hot,” she mused to herself as the sun beat down on her. She passed by a tavern and said, ”Vy nought?” So she walked into the air conditioning and took a seat at the bar.
“Bartender,” she said. “I vill have unt cold beer, please.”
The bartender asked, ”Anheuser Busch?”
”Vell, fine, tanks,” she said, “Just unt leetle svetty.”