Little Mr Mahatma

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Monday, July 10, 2006

Kingdom for a Hot Dog
Yesterday was an extremely lazy day: watching World Cup and "An Officer and a Gentleman" on TV, playing on the computer, reading, napping. Around 6:30 I started to watch a show on PBS about hot dogs. I'd seen it before and enjoyed it but, like all the previous times, it made me hungry for hot dogs. So we packed up the vultures and headed to Northridge Mall. I was the only one wanting doggies and the Mall offered the others a choice. We got there, did a quick run through the bookstore to get reading material for dinner, got to the food court and fed the kids. But it was late and the place was closing down. I was in line at Tommys which is known for the gutbuster chili burgers but they had hotdogs as well. They did until the person in front of me ordered and cleaned them out. Dang!

After the kids finished eating, my wife said "Target! They're open until 9 and they have hotdogs in their food area." What the hell, why not. We drive to Target and, sure enough, they're open until 9 and serve hotdogs in their food area. Except there weren't any dogs actually being cooked. Oh for two.

On the drive home, my wife suggested going to K-Mart to see if they had a food area but, by then, I'd had it. No doggies with mustard, onion, and sauerkraut for me. Maybe tonight I'll drag the family across town to Hots, Cupids, Pinks, or the Munch Box.

It's all PBS's fault. Can't find a freaking hotdog on a Sunday night.

7:32 PM

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