That being said, not even I could make up the following story that happened to me on Friday.
My kids were with Grandma, my wife was still on her estrogen-cation and I had just finished my tutoring for the day. I decided that before I picked up the boys, I'd pay a visit my Grammy in the hospital - she had just had her gallbladder out.
The visit to Grandma was uneventful, other than my elevator ride up to her room. I stepped in, alone for but a moment. I was soon joined by a very tall Catholic Priest holding a bouquet of flowers. I assumed they were for a sick patient and not his girlfriend/nurse. I am not one to mess with a Holy Man, so I allowed him off the elevator first. He thanked me kindly.
Nana and I had a nice, quick visit and I headed out to pick up the boys, but I soon realized that my tummy was rumbling. (On account of my hunger. Not 'truffle shuffle' related.)
I headed across the street to 7-11, where I would be taking a gander at one of their quarter-pound hot dogs. Upon my entrance, I made my way to the hot rollers with the hours-old dogs turning and becoming fully flavorful. I spotted a juicy one in the back and made a special request to the employee.
Mr. 7-11 looked rather bewildered at my request. He then said, in his thickly Indian accent, "I will have to microwave it for you."
"Oh, not a problem", I replied. "Which one is ready?"
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Well, that is confounding.
I told the man that a microwaved hot dog would be fine and left in confused state. Could it have been the same Catholic Priest in my elevator? And more importantly, why would a Catholic Priest need 27 cooked hot dogs at one time?
I left, feeling like I was living one of those bizarre dreams in which you wake up and say, "What the crap was that all about?!" But it was not a dream. A Catholic Priest really had taken my perfectly warmed hot dog joy and I was okay with it. I would just like to know WHY?
I imagined the Priest leaving with his two plastic bags full of hot dogs, looking up at the sky and saying, "Oh thank heaven!"
Perhaps my readers could enlighten me? What would a Catholic Priest want with 27 cooked hot dogs?