The Fairly Coincidental Hot Dog

There once was a man.

He sold hot-dogs.

He saw people every day.

Different people.

All different people.

Except for one man.

Whom he saw every day.

This man ordered the same thing every day.

He looked homely.

But not homeless.

He was bald.

He wore a battered sweater vest.

And he always had big bags under his eyes.

And he'd always say the same thing when he left the hot dog man.

Have a fine day sir.

A fairly normal man.

And then there was a woman.

Whom he saw every day.

So had full curly brown hair.

And dressed like she owned all the money in the world.

She had bright green eyes.

She also ordered the same thing every day.

And ironically she ordered the same thing as the homely looking man.

She was always with another.

With the same looking social stature as her.

But she was polite.

And when she left she would say the same thing every day to the hot dog man.

Have a nice day sir.

A genuinely nice woman.

So inside,

we all really like the same hot dog.

THE END