Hot dog vendors can read minds.
Don't believe me? Go ahead. Walk by one in deep thought. Remain expressionless, but mull over something that's really troubling you. If today was any indication, they'll abandon their stand, walk you across the street, and give you a reassuring shoulder squeeze.
Thank you, Michael the Hot Dog Vendor, you strange, smelly saint.
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3 comments:
ahh...I just got warm fuzzies..........
I know that you have suffered quite a blow. I sent telepathy to Michael the Hot Dog Vendor to give you the shoulder squeeze that distance prevents me from giving you. Chin up darling.
This is a lot to read. How about I bookmark in my tab of blogspots, and attempt to read one per day until I am all caught up. See you again in like 5 years.
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