Hallum Self Serve

what can i say… i fill up the tank here. it’s on the right side of the street so i don’t have to make any daring left turns to get back to my street.

This is kind of lame, but I have been inspired (Brett W.) to share my HOT DOG experience from this afternoon.
Picture it! Cicely…1929…No no no no.
Picture it! Scottsdale Arizona. January 2010. 1:30pm and 71 degrees. Not a cloud in the sky. It’s beeeeutiful!
Why am I on my way to work? I have to work to pay the bills…
I realize I have not ate anything yet and I will be hungry– and at work– with no food. All alone in a huge hotel lobby with hardly a guest– on a sunny day in Scottsdale. I panic!
I make a dicey right turn into this Gas Station that is kind of like a Circle K or 7 – 11 type place– but different.
I must have somehow already decided (when?-I don’t know) that I wanted a Hot Dog and that all Gas Stations have Hot Dogs. WRONG! …and right, too.
While they did have Hot Dogs for 99 cents each and were advertized as fresh and delicious (it even said delicious on the package), they did not really have that.
I pulled the closest Hot Dog from the heating bin contraption and proceeded towards the garnishing station. When I began to remove the dog from it’s wrapper, I saw immediately, that it was not fresh and most positively-​not delicious. Instead it was various colors of burnt and dried. It was turning into jerky in that heating contraption. My hunger for hot dogs had ceased. I returned the dog back into it’s wrapper and discreetly placed it back into the bin, knowing full well some unlucky hot dog lover will find that raggedy old meat as I did.
Who knows? Maybe they will be so hungry they will eat it and take it in stride.
The Iced Tea was okay– but that nasty old hot dog will be in my nighmares!