B and I were in sixth grade and headed to the playground. On the way down the sidewalk, a man sitting on a stump asked for directions to Wilson School. Harmless enough.
Next, the man mentioned how it was hot outside and wanted to know if we'd ever seen a man "do this" before. He unzipped his pants and pulled out something that looked like the end of a thick, uncooked hot dog without the ketchup, mustard, or even a bun.
While my friend stood gaping, I took off running. So, if a man ever asks me that question again, I will say, "Yes."
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While my friend stood gaping, I took off running. So, if a man ever asks me that question again, I will say, "Yes."
I bet you'll never look at hot dogs the same way again.
