One of our movers today was a delightful southwestern type, very reminiscent of Scoresby in the Golden Compass movie in demeanor and aspect. I really did like the fellow quite a lot even before he enriched my vocabulary.
Anyway, while we were pointing out what was to be moved and what was to stay, I told him that the microwave oven was to be loaded onto the truck.
He nodded and reassuringly echoed "makker vuvven".
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