Wednesday, September 15, 2004
Word of Advice
Alright. Listen closely. This is very very important.
So last night during my graveyard shift at the gas station around 3 AM I was hungry. I thought about my options for a few minutes. I could eat a candy bar. I could eat some more slush puppie ice (going on my 4th big gulp and already doing bathroom visits every 15 minutes). I could eat some beef jerky. All of these options seemed like great ideas but they just didn't sound like the best idea. So... what shall I decide?
Finally after looking around a few more minutes I came upon the rolling Hot Dog Rotisseries cooker thing. A few dogs from earlier were spinning and I placed my bun in the bun warmer compartment.. I gave it a few seconds to warm my bun cause a warm bun is key to a quality dog. I loaded it with mustard and ketchup and got some slush ice to mix it down with (I know, but I'm addicted) and ate it in probably 4 bites. I was so hungry. That was good. Really good..
But... It just didn't seem like enough. So what should I do? OH! I tell you what I should do later, lets first say what I did do... So my eyes got all big and my mouth started to water so I loaded up that bun warmer with not another bun, but 3 more buns. Hey! I was hungry. No one was watching.. and it was go-time. When were these dogs placed on the cooker, I don't know. And I certainly didn't care. Within minutes I had devoured three more dogs and refilled the big gulp again cause I was thirsty and hungry... It was excellent! Satisfaction achieved..
Well... at least for the moment. A few minutes later I was sitting at the register and all of a sudden I felt a quick sharp pain in my side. And then in my other side.. Without going into too much detail, because this is a PG site, I had a rather unpleasant last couple of hours on my shift and several more hours struggling at home trying to survive.
It turns out that those hot dogs were put on the cooker much much earlier the previous day. No one buys them, and now I know why. So.. the word of advice, if you haven't figured it out yet is.. DO NOT EAT HOT DOGS FROM THE GAS STATION
I laugh now. But I wasn't laughing then. ¶ 9/15/2004 02:21:00 PM
So last night during my graveyard shift at the gas station around 3 AM I was hungry. I thought about my options for a few minutes. I could eat a candy bar. I could eat some more slush puppie ice (going on my 4th big gulp and already doing bathroom visits every 15 minutes). I could eat some beef jerky. All of these options seemed like great ideas but they just didn't sound like the best idea. So... what shall I decide?
Finally after looking around a few more minutes I came upon the rolling Hot Dog Rotisseries cooker thing. A few dogs from earlier were spinning and I placed my bun in the bun warmer compartment.. I gave it a few seconds to warm my bun cause a warm bun is key to a quality dog. I loaded it with mustard and ketchup and got some slush ice to mix it down with (I know, but I'm addicted) and ate it in probably 4 bites. I was so hungry. That was good. Really good..
But... It just didn't seem like enough. So what should I do? OH! I tell you what I should do later, lets first say what I did do... So my eyes got all big and my mouth started to water so I loaded up that bun warmer with not another bun, but 3 more buns. Hey! I was hungry. No one was watching.. and it was go-time. When were these dogs placed on the cooker, I don't know. And I certainly didn't care. Within minutes I had devoured three more dogs and refilled the big gulp again cause I was thirsty and hungry... It was excellent! Satisfaction achieved..
Well... at least for the moment. A few minutes later I was sitting at the register and all of a sudden I felt a quick sharp pain in my side. And then in my other side.. Without going into too much detail, because this is a PG site, I had a rather unpleasant last couple of hours on my shift and several more hours struggling at home trying to survive.
It turns out that those hot dogs were put on the cooker much much earlier the previous day. No one buys them, and now I know why. So.. the word of advice, if you haven't figured it out yet is.. DO NOT EAT HOT DOGS FROM THE GAS STATION
I laugh now. But I wasn't laughing then. ¶ 9/15/2004 02:21:00 PM
