"Hey Bob you want a hot dog?' Jim said as he got up from the bench located in the middle of the park. "What did you say old friend? I didn't hear you." Replied his senile friend Bob. The gray haired man was reeling in his hook to see what he had caught. The sun gleamed down on the emerald green lake as the old men fished together. Jim observed Bob's catch and then said, "I think I'm gonna go grab a hot dog from the stand.. you want one?" Bob paused for a second and observed the large bass on his line. "Nah man I don't think I want one today... I'm just gonna cook this big boy right here when I get home.. And plus I went to the doctor recently and they told me I have to watch how much salt I eat because of my high blood pressure." Bob flopped the big fish into his cooler and threw his line back into the body of water skillfully. "Sucks for you." Jim chuckled as he left Bob to continue his fishing and slowly limped to the hot dog stand.
"Hi, welcome to the Dog House.. How may I help you today sir?" The cashier said indolently to Jim as he walked up to the counter. Jim greeted the cashier briefly and then paused to look at the menu. The menu was filled with extravagant colors and it was filled with displays of the different foods that the stand offered. "Umm I'll take... hmm... I think I'll take a beef hot dog with a small fry... No no no I think I'll take.." Jim stuttered as he observed the menu and tried to choose what he wanted to eat. The cashier looked at Jim and then at the floor of the stand in frustration as he waited for Jim to order his food.
"I'll take a large fry and a small hot dog..no.. I want a-" Jim was cut off in the middle of his sentence by the impatient cashier. "You want a hot dog and a large fry! That'll be $5.40 please." Jim replied with a little bit of disappointment, "Okay." He glanced into his brown leather wallet and pulled out a bunch of pennies and began to count them. "You said $4.50 right?" He said." The cashier paused a moment and repeated himself. "That'll be five dollars and forty cents sir.." Jim went back into his wallet and pulled out even more pennies, and handed them to the cashier.
The cashier angrily snatched the coins from the top of the counter and began to count them. A few moments later the cashier gave Jim his bag of food and sarcastically said, "Have a good day Sir."
"Hi, welcome to the Dog House.. How may I help you today sir?" The cashier said indolently to Jim as he walked up to the counter. Jim greeted the cashier briefly and then paused to look at the menu. The menu was filled with extravagant colors and it was filled with displays of the different foods that the stand offered. "Umm I'll take... hmm... I think I'll take a beef hot dog with a small fry... No no no I think I'll take.." Jim stuttered as he observed the menu and tried to choose what he wanted to eat. The cashier looked at Jim and then at the floor of the stand in frustration as he waited for Jim to order his food.
"I'll take a large fry and a small hot dog..no.. I want a-" Jim was cut off in the middle of his sentence by the impatient cashier. "You want a hot dog and a large fry! That'll be $5.40 please." Jim replied with a little bit of disappointment, "Okay." He glanced into his brown leather wallet and pulled out a bunch of pennies and began to count them. "You said $4.50 right?" He said." The cashier paused a moment and repeated himself. "That'll be five dollars and forty cents sir.." Jim went back into his wallet and pulled out even more pennies, and handed them to the cashier.
The cashier angrily snatched the coins from the top of the counter and began to count them. A few moments later the cashier gave Jim his bag of food and sarcastically said, "Have a good day Sir."
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