Så jeg bundede en løg til mit bælte?
Wikipedia:Association of Geriatric Editors
"Så der var en gang, hvor jeg tog færgen over til Shelbyville. Jeg skulle bruge en ny hæl til min sko, så jeg besluttede mig for at tage til Morganville, som de kaldte Shelbyville dengang. Så jeg bandt et løg til mit bælte, som det var stilen dengang. Det kostede en nikkel at tage færgen, og dengang havde mønter billeder af humlebier på dem. Giv mig fem bier for en fjerdedel, sagde man. Hvor var jeg nu? Nå ja - det vigtigste var, at jeg havde et løg i mit bælte, som det var dengang. Man kunne ikke få hvide løg på grund af krigen. Det eneste, man kunne få, var de store gule...."
Wikipedia:Association of Geriatric Editors
"So there was this one time, I caught the ferry over to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for my shoe, so I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on 'em. Give me five bees for a quarter, you'd say. Now where was I? Oh, yeah — the important thing was that I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. You couldn't get white onions because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones...."
Wikipedia:Association of Geriatric Editors