real life story: cover your eyes if need be.
I lost, at least, one hour of my life doing this.
so, I was out joy riding this past Saturday. Uneventful bus and lightrail to Capitol Hill neighborhood, Seattle.
I 'was' going to transfer on arrival at Capitol Hill Station to my final destination,
Volunteer Park, (reopened Seattle Asian Art Museum, Conservatory, and Bruce's & Brandon's Lee graves).
On my exit, I see and hear a street faire. Haven't been to one in 2 years. What Fun. What Joy.
It's the,
LGBTQI PrideFest 
Five blocks of LGBTQIs showing off and being seen.
Did the walk down the gauntlet twice; up and down, up and down. I'm beat.
Then I came across a unauthorized place, a corner.
Eye Contact.
The guy/gal/whatever, said melodically, "wanna a,
hot dog {the topic of thread}?, Free. No obligations. And I could sit while eating too
"
I ate the whole thing. No mayo available, so it went down dry. But there was ketchup, mustard, and bad sweet relish
The guy/gal/tranny/whatever said, "Honey if you're still hungry, we got burgers, too. How do you want it? "
Replying, with expectations, "I like'em rare, and juicy if you can do it but well done is good too. I'm not choosy when it's free."
I feed the piggy $7 bucks and was slightly admonished, gratefully, and told they give away hotdogs weekly to the neighborhood community. I guess it satisfies them.
I get the burger, its a generous piece of meat, a bit overdone. Looked at the white bread buns and again realize that there was no mayonaise or any oil to help slide the dry meat down.
Not to be a ungrateful guest, I spied dill pickles, and asked if it wasn't too much trouble, could I have a couple of pickle slices between the buns. Pickles make the burger
I get a WHOLE pickle, a 6 incher - 2 in diameter. I can't eat this. It's too big. It's too much. My mouth can't open that wide. It's full of salt. I'm going to literally
die if I eat the whole thing { blood pressure and heart rate issues - plus an additional 2 hours life reduction}. I decide to set beastie aside and admire it.
Finish the burger, said my thanks. Grabbed the pickle with both hands and proceeded to lick, suck, and nibble. I fit right in with the festival's gaiety
I made it home to my wife of 50 years. We're not talking to each other (had a tiff about what I can/cannot eat
).
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True loss of health.
