Eh

Saturday morning it rained here at work, therefore the contractor didn't show up. So I went for a ride in the truck after lunch.
Heading south I came across the "Pony Express Highway". Turning left on to it led to Home Station #1; of Pony Express .This is where the Pony Express started out heading west with the US mail.
Now it's a museum .Two bucks to get in.
When I opened the door to go in I startled the girl who was sitting behind the counter reading.Not alot of traffic I guess.After the small talk about the weather she told me a little about the place. Paying special attention to doors leading to the stable.
"Don't be frightened when you go in there" she said.
"Oh no" says I "Ghosts?"
" No there is a pigeon in there and when flaps around people get jumpy"
Tsk.............
Anyway she tells me that she'll put on the video when ever I want and I wander about the place looking at old stuff.
Had enough, but as I'm leaving she says your from Canada. Must have seen the truck.
"You don't sound canadian"
"You don't sound like a cowboy"
"No no, you didn't say eh . Say eh"
"Huh"
"No, 'eh' say, 'eh'"
" Oh hows this then? Hey thanks for the tour eh"
Then honestly she clasped her hands together put them up under chin and kept thanking me for saying "eh"
" That's ok, eh" I said. Which started a wave of giggles as I was walking out the door.
Later.......................