May 22, 2008 @ 6:12 pm | Filed under: he said she said,Summer at the ballpark
(The following conversation takes place on the drive to the game. Obviously, we’re both hungry…)
Mike: “You know what I’m going to have tonight?”
Me: “I don’t know about you, but I’m going to have a hot dog.”
Mike: “Me too. Isn’t it funny how we never eat hot dogs except when we’re at a baseball game?”
Me: “That’s because they really do taste good at games.”
Mike: “I’m going to have mustard on mine.”
Me: “Oooo, and relish.”
Mike: “Don’t forget the cheese.”
Me: “Definitely going to have cheese.”
Mike: “And onions…”
Me: “Blech. Don’t think so, mister. No onions.”
Mike: “You know…they say that if you have a little onion too, you’ll never even notice the onion on my breath…”
Me: “I hear that’s what ‘they’ say.”
Mike: “So you’ll eat onion?”
Me: “We’ll see…” (Translated: not in THIS lifetime!)
(Twenty minutes later, as we’re walking into the ballpark.)
Mike (pointing in the opposite direction of the hot dog place) : “Let’s go have barbeque at Sonny Bryan’s.”
Me (shrugging): “Sure. Okay.”
