The End of my Footlong
I knew I was coming to the end of that footlong hotdog; I was so glad because I didn’t want anyone to see me sitting under the shelter at Sonic with a tee shirt on and bent over a footlong hotdog. Although the weather was nice, it was rather pleasant and quiet, but I had a lot on my mind that day; things like, how was I going to finish my tax preparation? The deadline was twenty-four hours away and there I was, fighting to finish a footlong hotdog. I had never ordered a footlong hotdog in my whole life, why, of all days, did I do it that day? By the way, it was the best hotdog I had ever eaten, barring none. I had ordered with chili, relish, and onion, they had already decided to put cheese. It was probably at least five thousand calories that my hips would suck up into pounds on both sides. My battle with this hotdog brought to mind how things never seem to be simple. There always seems to be an added effort or a great struggle with most of the ...