gen: (pointing at her pocket) you want a hot dog?
me: uhh no.
gen: you sure?
me: from your pocket? yeah i'm pretty sure.
-pause-
me: yeah you know what, lemme get that.
gen: (pulls foil-wrapped school lunch hot dog from pants pocket) here ya go. it's a little squished.
-i unwrap it and take a bite. i stop chewing and stare blankly-
gen: what?
me: (with mouth full of first bite) i'm having a real texture issue.
- i get up to head toward the kitchen-
me: i'm gonna get some mustard.
gen: i have mustard in my pocket...
me: well, of course you do.
we are gross. the end.
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