Neck and I decided to take advantage of the low cost fare offered at our favorite prison’s charitable CFC Kickoff, and did we luck out!!
For three dollars we got two chili dogs, a mini bag of chips (I chose Cheetos, while Neck picked the Lay’s because of his imitation cheese allergies), and a “Mountain Lightning” Walmart soda knock-off.
It was the most delicious meal I’d eaten in hours. Unfortunately, shortly after consuming this epicurean delight, I began to feel a bit odd in the mid section. Now, I’ve never actually experienced nausea before, but I believe it would be quite similar to that particular sensation.
I assumed it was just due to pre-holiday jitters (Columbus Day is next week, after all), but continued to feel like I’d been impregnated by one of those walking squid things on Alien. And then it hit me. Steve, the Department Head that had been serving the chili dogs, wasn’t wearing a hair net. I’d never felt so violated! And by someone in middle management!!
So I figure I’ll file a sexual harrassment suit on him. Good chili dogs, though.

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