My eldest brother has always had a wicked sense of humour. Never know what is coming out of him next. I remember him once describing a particularly unruly child in the area as a little orangutan attached to his mother's hand. It was so out of the blue I almost spit my coffee out.
Wilma was quite the character for sure. There were likely others around like her, just not living beside us. I don't know if party lines even exist any where these days. Well I do now, a quick search tells me they were phased out by the turn of this century. I'm surprised they lasted that long.