Seriously, as a part time smart a$$, I would drive up and say "one McWeiner, no bun please".
This post was edited by Benedict Arnold at February 28, 2017 11:34 AM MST
A long time ago when I was young and intelligent, the caffeteria at my university introduced a hot dog in a bun thing. It was basically a metal contraption with a viscious upward-sticking spike that made a cavity in very large sub rolls I guess you'd call them, into which an unfeasibly long hot dog was shoved. This whole process was conducted by two of the oldest dinner ladies you'd ever seen, working up a sweat as they impaled the roll and with great exertion and forcing this weiner thing into it, veins bulging. The thing was that the meat was always longer than the roll so there was this nasty dangly bit on every single one! And it was always guys who bought them, never a girl, and they would stand there staring impassive,y at these poor old women who took about 5 minutes to do each one. No sauce or anything.
I gotta admit, I spent the half an hour or whatever it was nibbling on my turkey and iceberg roll just watching the whole thing. It was wrong and morbidly fascinating at the same time. And yeah, funny :)
No no really. I ask you because I remember when I was little and they served hot dogs, it was the boys who wouldn't eat them. The guys would sort of sit looking around and waiting for a boy to take a bite of one. When, inevitably, some boy did, the whole group would point and yell, "F****G!!" And if the guy was clueless enough to put mustard on it, forget about it!. No kidding.
I don't know why, really. The guys who tended to buy these things were great big, strapping Rugby playing types. You could smell the testosterone. Maybe it was all about the meat, who knows. I know damn well that I would have been very self-conscious trying to get one of those things in my mouth, even if I wanted to, which I didn't, They looked horrible.
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