The hot dog and the strawberry milkshake

[oneighty]

In the 1940s our school did not have cafeteria facilities. We were allowed one hour for lunch. Some of us ate our brought from home lunch in the local restaurants. It was allowed. A bottle of pepsi was six cents. When kids like me had a lunch it was usually peanut butter on stale bread.

And so;

He has finished his hamburger. Now he is starting on his hot dog. The hot dog is snuggled in a little white paper serving boat. The bun is toasted brown on the inner surfaces, the frank is broiled, the skin split from the inner pressures built up by the heat. The frank is nestled between the halves of the toasted bun, comfortable, waiting.

I can smell the delicious odors of bun, frank and now the sweet pickle relish and the finely chopped onion he generously distributes the length of the bun. He adds catsup, mustard and a sprinkle of black pepper.
The frank is longer than the bun and sticks out at each end.

He takes the first bite, catsup, mustard, relish and onions are crowded out of the bun by his bite and they drop wasted to the counter top. He wipes the excesses from the corners of his mouth, wipes his lips clean. He chews slowly, swallows. He takes a long sip of the strawberry milk shake thick with ice-cream. He swallows, takes the second bite of the hot dog and repeats with the strawberry milk shake.

I take a bite of my my dry peanut butter sandwich on stale bread, followed by a sip of my pepsi.

Oh! How I wanted that hot dog.

From Voyages of the Vicky Mary

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[Dangerously Amused]

1. : )

Isn't it wonderful to be an adult and finally have that hot dog and strawberry milkshake lunch every so often when you feel like it?

[oneighty]

3. Yes

Also with age one learns that frequently appearance and odors cover up ugly and to take care in that which is coveted.

The hot dog eater was the son of the wealthy owner of a canning factory located in our village and was privileged to miss the Korean War Draft due to his important status in the food chain.

On my minesweeper (The USS Symbol, AM 123) while taking my turn as a galley slave (Mess cook) I observed some boxes of canned vegetables from that very same home town canning factory mentioned above.

I thought of hot dogs and privilege then too.

Sigh.

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[XemaSab]

2. Based on the title

I was expecting a sex thread.

:evilfrown:

[oneighty]

4. Hoo Boy

Let us not go there.

Hot dog!

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