Hot Dog Craving

Yesterday Kurt and I didn’t get anything to eat all day until late afternoon. Typically when we do this, which tends to be every Sunday (especially when my ex doesn’t show up or even call to let us know he’s can’t come help us with the bathroom) both of us are a little grumpy and deciding what to eat becomes a major production. This time when he asked the question I answered, “I feel like having hot dogs.” I said it with a sneer because I’ve never cared for hot dogs – I mean they’re good when we’re camping (mostly because everything tastes better when you’re camping), but other than that I rate them as almost as foul and disgusting as water. Needless to say Kurt was shocked, but pleased since he would have no problem living off of nothing but hot dogs, hamburgers, and pizza. He then asked, “Well what kind of hot dog?” and he listed off regular hot dogs, Kielbasa, bratwurst, etc. “I don’t know! I don’t know the different between all those!” - Remember I said we get a little snippy? “I just want a hot dog with kraut.”

We wound up going to this fast food hot dog place in Everett. I forget the name of it, but fast is just the type of food served not the speed of the workers. Although in their defense there were only two of them and they were working the kitchen, counter, and “drive-thru”. I put drive through in quotes because in order for them to actually hand the food off to customers going through there the worker had to open a door and walk to the vehicle.

Kurt and I ordered our “food” at the counter. I chose the turkey dog with kraut and chili cheese fries, which for me (at least recently) is a guaranteed stomachache in a bag. After watching them make a few of the meals for the drive-thru customers I turned to Kurt and said, “Should I just call in sick now?”

We got our meal and went to my truck to eat it. I finished my order first and Kurt looked at me as if I had just eaten a 20 pound live turkey in front of him feathers and all. “So how was it?” he asked. I told him that I actually wanted another turkey dog, and honestly I’m still right now at this very moment craving another. Kurt insists this means I must be pregnant.