Knife sharpener man

Everything here makes noise. My washer sings a little tune when you turn it on. We have cell phones, home phones, a phone used to summon the guard downstairs. The refrigerator beeps if you keep it open for too long. The drier gives a low beep, but the microwave is a lyical bell tone. So, when, the other day, a ding ding ding keep going on and on and on, I thought, HECK- what's happening now! Turns out it's outside, and it's a man going up and down the street blowing a whistle that's almost as offensive as the Catholic Church's bell (see previous post). I find out from Richard and my neighbors that it's the knife sharpener man. He walks up and down the street, and if you need to have your knives sharpened, you just walk them down to his little truck and he does the job. I have some pretty dull knives, so next time I'm gonna try it. AND if he doesn't stop blowing that whistle I'm going to take the sharpest one and cut that whistle to pieces, Ginsu style!