So I walk into the Mavrick fuel/convenience store this morning, hungry because I forgot to eat breakfast before I left. A quick scan of the layout yielded an appealing DIY hotdog station at the rear of the store just to the right of the cash-wrap. Encouraged by the increased volume of saliva reflexively produced to aid digestion, I moved toward the station. After wrestling one of the paper dog cradles from the middle of the stack (middle of the stack is not likely to have been dropped on the doubtlessly septic floor by a careless patron previously), I unsleeved my individually wrapped dog bun (also from the middle of the bag...) and loaded it with two packets of Heinz ketchup and one packet of mustard; topped off with a shovel full of onion slivers. Parenthetically, I load the bun with condiments first because under the dog, they are less likely to rest on my shirt while biting on the end of the dog.
Now to the meat of the story as well as that of the dog. With my recently prepared dog bun, I cruised over to the funky roller machine that heats and contains the various dog choices. I peered into the roller machine thingy and spotted my prey. A perfectly rolled and heated 1/4 pound (right...) mega-dog resting next to a shriveled yester-dog called my name. So I reached in and plucked the greasy morsel from it's position and placed it on top of the bun in the tray.
It was then that I noticed the screwed up face of an onlooker obviously troubled that i didn't bother to use the provided tongs to select my meat. Which brings my to my question. If I can clamp down on the dog and bring it out of the roller thingy and rest it on the bun with my bare fingers while NOT touching any of the other dogs, What does it matter that I didn't use the stinkin' tongs which I guarantee have been on the floor and touched everyone else's measley dog? What, do I HAVE to use the tongs to be demonstrate proper manners? Sheesh!
Anyway, I blew the busy-body off and consumed my dog in the peace and quiet of my Tundra....