“Did I ever tell you about my friend who wouldn’t eat the ends of hot dog weenies?” Tuletta says to me this morning.
I snicker. “No, I don’t think so.”
“Well, she wouldn’t. She’d cut ’em off. You know, the ends where they’re pinched up?”
“Yes. Weird.”
“Said they were poison.”…
I’m laughing heartily. People are peculiar.
“Every time I go in the bathroom & there’s just a little bit of toilet paper left on the roll, I think of that. Poison.”
“People are lazy,” I concur. “Tuletta, you’re the one who needs to write the book.”