A previous era

I had lunch today for a dollar. Not one of those recent, fast food "dollar menu" things, either. While I was inside the grocery, a voice came over the intercom to announce that outside the front door, they were offering a local butcher's hot dogs, a bag of chips, and a drink for one dollar. I bought the package deal on my way out.

"How many would you like?" says the helpful woman.

I laughed. "Just one, thanks."

She shakes her head. "Well, you never know...."

I meditate on whether or not it was a comment on guys my height needing more than that for lunch, or a comment on lots of people buying tons to feed their baseball teams who happen to be in a van nearby.

Arriving at home after the one minute drive, I top my hot dog with yellow mustard and some BBQ sauce, and enjoy something that tastes like my sepia-toned past. I don't remember the last time I had a hot dog, but it's been at least five or six years, I think.

It was a delicious hot dog. If I'd remembered the name, I might have picked some up the next time I went shopping.