I stopped by Grey's Papaya yesterday (the downtown one though) for a couple of hot dogs. And, as usual, I forgot that I don't like papaya juice. There was some hot dog poetry in the window which prompted this haiku about their excellent prices (now 95 cents for a hot dog instead of 75 though).
And its a true haiku, too. The balance between man (the hot dogs) and nature (the juice), putting a price on the whole and the finality of the transaction.
And I save the best for last. This is what was on the side of the shop.
First, one of the only jokes I can ever remember:
Q: "What did the Dalai Lama say to the hot dog vendor?"
A: "Make me one with everything."
Second, Wiener World in downtown Pittsbugh has (or had) a fairly small sign in the window that said bluntly: "JARED DOESN'T EAT HERE."
2nd part of the first joke
da on 2004-12-23T22:50:54
...Then the Dalai Lama says, "Where's my change?" and the hot dog vendor says, "Change comes from within."
