Museum manager has really white legs, believes ghosts haunt the museum, and just got a dog
Wildcat: (riding Cat Tran) Hi, my name's Nathan and you're on the spot. When I saw you on the Cat Tran bench, I was going to ask you if anyone had ever told you your legs are really white, but I realize now that you're wearing stockings.
Nagel: My legs are really white.
Wildcat: Are they? You've never seen my news editor's. Her legs are really white. Heavenly glory white.
Nagel: OK. My legs are so white my mother said to me when she was out here over 10 years ago: "What are you wearing hose for?" I said, "I don't have hose on." She said, "Well your legs sure are white." I said, "I don't have hose on."
Wildcat: So are these white stockings actually cutting back on the white or are they adding a different flavor?
Nagel: They're increasing it, but I wear black patent leather shoes when I get to the office.
Wildcat: I see. So what do you do for your daytime job?
Nagel: I am the business manager, senior, for the Arizona State Museum.
Wildcat: Is it true there are ghosts in there?
Nagel: I've heard that there are, and I don't like to stay after hours because it is kind of spooky.
Wildcat: I bet it would be.
Nagel: Lots of nooks and crannies.
Wildcat: So what are you going to do when you go home right now?
Nagel: I have two dinners from Pei Wei ÷
Wildcat: Are you going to eat them both?
Nagel: No. I'm going to share them with Bob and very tiny tidbits with ÷
Wildcat: Is Bob your husband or your dog?
Nagel: He's my husband. But my dog I got on Saturday.
Wildcat: Aw. Is it a puppy?
Nagel: He's nine years old today. First and foremost he gets his regular food.
Wildcat: Definitely. They get the runs if you give them chocolate, don't they?
Nagel: Yes. It can actually kill the dog too.
Wildcat: Oh. Too bad. Maybe that's what happened to my dog.