Great Story for the 4th of July….
Once upon a time, or so it seems now, a girlfriend sent me out with orders to come back with hot dog buns, which is what I did.
But when I handed her the grocery bag, she cried out, “Oh, no! What are these?”
“They’re hot dog buns,” I replied ever so naively.
“No they’re not!” she insisted.
“But they’re what I’ve always had hot dogs on,” and they were.
She would not believe me, so off we went, together, to the supermarket.
“These,” she said, “are hot dog buns.”
They looked like a flattened loaf of bread cut in fat slices. The side of each “bun,” in fact, was without crust – naked, to my taste.
Pointing to another shelf, I looked…
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