Weiners...

So we were going to the bank. We were standing out in front of the dollar store, waiting for the light to change so we could cross the street. I look down and there's a pack of weiners lying there on the sidewalk. J says "They must have fallen out of someone's bag."

As we're crossing the street I'm saying how it would be funny to have a camera and film the people looking at the weiners as they walk by.

So J goes in the bank, and I'm standing there watching the people across the street walking by the weiners wishing I had a videocam with me, and this guy walking down the street picks up the weiners and keeps on walking.

J comes out of the bank and I tell her. She says the guy is probably going to feed them to his dog. I said that I wouldn't feed a pack of weiners I found on the street to MY dog.

The guy looked pretty happy to find the weiners. There's probably a whole other story there somewhere. I'm thinking "What a weiner.