hotdog.
A man walks up to a hotdog stand.
The man orders two hotdogs saying the other hotdog is for a friend, but he is alone and has no friends.
The hotdog stand man gives the man 3 hotdogs because he was feeling nice.
This is the best thing that has happened to the man in a long time.
A single tear falls from his eye.
He wishes he had 2 friends to share the hotdog with.
He slowly adds his condiments to the hotdogs and while he is doing this he asks the hotdog stand man if he would like the 3rd hotdog.
The hotdog stand man looks at him and pauses for at least 5 min.
They stare at each other in silence and do not break eye contact.
The hotdog stand man finally says:
“This is the nicest thing someone has ever done for me, because you offered me this hotdog, it means I’m finally free! I have been serving hotdogs non-stop for 20 years because I sold my soul to the Devil in order to cure my child’s terminal cancer. Along with my soul, I had to also permanently become a hotdog stand man for the rest of my life and I could never see my wife or child again. The only way to break the curse was for someone to offer me a hotdog.”
The man was shocked!
The man then asks the hotdog stand man if he wants to hangout later now that he’s free.
The Hotdog stand man says that now he’s free he has plans with his wife and child that he hasn’t seen in over 20 years.
The man replies with an ‘oh’ and he walks away with his remaining 2 hotdogs.
The man sits on a nearby park bench and decides to give the second hotdog to a pigeon that is staring at him.
The pigeon takes the bun but leaves the wiener and flies over to his other pigeon friends to share.
Even the pigeon has a lot of friends and does not want to hangout with the man.
This saddens the man greatly.
The man finishes his hotdog and decides to go to bed. It’s 5:30 pm
The man has nice dreams and he wakes up 12 hours later feeling content with life again.
The man calls his mom and realizes that his mom died 8 years ago.
The man is sad.
The man asks himself “maybe I should see a psychiatrist”.
The man calls a nearby psychiatrist office and sets up an appointment for later that day.
The man shows up and talks to the psychiatrist about the hotdog stand man, the pigeon, and his mother.
The psychiatrist prescribes him anti-psychotics and tells him to pick it up at the local Rite-Aid.
The man hands a check of $345 to the psychiatrist and he goes on his way.
The end.
