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The Hot Dog Story
Mar. 1st, 2009 11:15 pmWhooo... Okay, so it's been an odd few days.
So a couple nights ago decided to walk from the hotel we're working at to the hotel we're staying at, little more than a half-mile. About halfway there, I say 'hi' as I'm passing a guy who came out the Arts Institute and accidentally scare the bejeezers outta him.
... So he offers me a hot dog. He's just gotten out of a party and they gave him a bunch. So I take one and thank him, continuing on my walk. Since it was pork-tasting, I ate the bun, wandered for a bit and headed back to the hotel.
Last night, while waiting for faxes to go through at the front desk, I tell the other girl-in-training the story, and get to the part about 'You want a hot dog?' when David, the front desk clerk looks up and says 'Yes, I do'.
He thought I was offering. Which then turned into an offer of chicken and poptarts and David randomly giggling about hot dogs for the rest of the night. -I did give him some poptarts before we left
Because we all have dirty minds, this somehow got translated into a guy offering me his weiner while walking the streets at night. which, technically, he did. #^^#
So today, I'm up to do to faxes at the front desk when the pirate clerk lady (her dog stepped on her eyeball while wishing her good morning, so she's been wearing an eyepatch) asks if I'm offering any hot dogs today.
... The story had gotten around. *facepalm*
Anyway, more later when I can brain.
So a couple nights ago decided to walk from the hotel we're working at to the hotel we're staying at, little more than a half-mile. About halfway there, I say 'hi' as I'm passing a guy who came out the Arts Institute and accidentally scare the bejeezers outta him.
... So he offers me a hot dog. He's just gotten out of a party and they gave him a bunch. So I take one and thank him, continuing on my walk. Since it was pork-tasting, I ate the bun, wandered for a bit and headed back to the hotel.
Last night, while waiting for faxes to go through at the front desk, I tell the other girl-in-training the story, and get to the part about 'You want a hot dog?' when David, the front desk clerk looks up and says 'Yes, I do'.
He thought I was offering. Which then turned into an offer of chicken and poptarts and David randomly giggling about hot dogs for the rest of the night. -I did give him some poptarts before we left
Because we all have dirty minds, this somehow got translated into a guy offering me his weiner while walking the streets at night. which, technically, he did. #^^#
So today, I'm up to do to faxes at the front desk when the pirate clerk lady (her dog stepped on her eyeball while wishing her good morning, so she's been wearing an eyepatch) asks if I'm offering any hot dogs today.
... The story had gotten around. *facepalm*
Anyway, more later when I can brain.
