“I’ll probably be stuck here eating a hot dog wiener,” said a friend via e-mail when discussing her workplace lunch plans.  It was the second wiener reference this week.

Yesterday some coworker’s and I went to Diehl’s in Nitro for lunch.  I ordered the hot dog special with mustard, chili and onions.  Standard hot dog fare, no?  She brings them to me with slaw.  I politely repeat what I’d asked for on them.  Normally, I’m not one to send back food, but I just can’t do slaw, folks.  She returns a moment later, again asking what I want on the hot dogs.

This ain’t rocket science!  Meanwhile, I almost second guessed my order when, while waiting, the guy at the table behind me said, “My wiener’s burnt!!” 

His outburst made the perfect segue into my discussing a recent decision to get a spray tan.

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