so i drive through der wienerschnitzel last night. i give my order as 4 chili cheese dogs. he gives me a total and i drive around. then i remember as i’m driving around that you have to ask for onions. and let’s face it. no onions on a chili dog? it’s blasphemy! so i’m considering my options, which look pretty much like waiting til i get home and putting some on myself.

ya gotta do what ya gotta do.

i have to wait. some yahoo in front of me in a van has apparently ordered around 40 chili dogs.

a brief interlude here.

come on, say it. chil lee daaaaaaowg! chil lee daaaaaooooooowg!

everybody loves chili dogs.

they actually run a promotion to ‘join the chili dog diet’ no special foods to buy. no counting calories.

back to my story.

so i’m waiting behind the van. it’s full of kids. full of adults. and i’m waiting.

this high school kid was working the window and he was hanging out waiting for the mondo wiener order to be complete for the van. he saw me waiting and actually popped out the little side door to take my money and go get change to bring back.

he didn’t wait for me to drive up to the window which i thought was real unusual.

but when he got to me i asked the question.

‘is it too late fo r me to get onions on those wieners?’

he thought for an instant as he took my money and then RAN back to the store and yelled to put onions on my chil lee daaaaoooooowgs.

i was really surprised.

he carried my change back to me and started counting it out.

and i did something unprecedented for him. i guess. i let him keep the coins and gave him a buck

i’m a big spender like that. hey, what is a buck 46 anyway?

he was shocked.

said thank you and walked back inside.

so then the van order was ready. they passed 8 bags of chil leeeeee daaaaawwwwwgs in the window.

eeeeew! would i hate to be in that house.

and i drove up to the window.

my bag was ready, full of napkins, ketchup, mustard, salt, pepper, and the guy was asking me if i needed anything at ALL, what could he get me?

wow.

a whole dollar 46.

try and give a drive thru guy a tip.

they FREAK!

more wienerschnitzel humor.

i drove through once a long time ago (i go like once a month) and they had gotten new uniforms. yeah, all the little high school guys were wearing orange sherbert looking shirts with the word WienerDude proudly embroidered where an alligator should go.

the W was the Wienerscnitzel emblem.

i immediately tried to buy one of those bad boys.

even offered him 50 bucks. just couldn’t get it.

oh, and the little wiener dogs in the picture is named Heidi Roo, she was the official Gand National Wiener last year. she raced 7 other wienerdogs 50 yards for first place and 1000 bucks to her owner.

wiener dogs rock!