Carnitas dad was eating at Roger’s All Dogs Restaurant at Sycamore & 5th streets. It was one of his favorite late night spots. He was on his twelfth hot dog and he was starting to feel a little full.
“Two more, Randy.”
He washed them down with a gulp from a liter size container of DP.
“ Aah, that hits the spot. And it’s a big spot.”
“Okay Mr. Regalo, have a good night.”
“See ya, Randy.”
He got in his 83 Buick Cavalcade that his wife had brought home from her work and turned on the radio.
“DISCO!! Yeah! Oompa Oompa Oompa Boom!!”
The rain was still coming down when he pulled into the driveway.