On the way home from my mom’s.
We’ve never eaten Five Guys before and kept passing signs on the freeway in different cities for them. Delia said, “I don’t know … sure seems like there’s a lot more than just five of them.”
While we waited for our order a man in a tie-dyed t-shirt stared at her like he recognized her from porn and liked her.
Sometimes people just stare at her that way because she has curly hair and is real cute, though.
That’s not why we ate in the car, though. We just enjoy eating in the car. My mom’s car this time. And it’s extra nice because I just washed it and rubbed down its insides with moist towelettes. The carwash boys gave me five of them.
The tie-dye man ordered a hot-dog-burger. That’s not on the menu, so tie-dye guy had to explain to the five guys guy what he wanted: a hot dog on a patty, etc.
Delia wondered if it was our sausage guy. The guy who loves sausages is a big fan of our Cougar Cookout video where Delia grills big hot dogs outside on our deck while wearing a tight miniskirt and high heeled strappy sandals, and adds her own special sauce at the end for hungry boys to eat.
It’s the end of summer.
