the??? How did the Oscar Mayer Wienermobile get onto the grounds of
the Marin County fair? How did it know I was here? Oh lord--it
didn't see me eat those two generic-brand corn dogs, did it? It's
not my fault! I didn't even want corn dogs! But the line for funnel
cakes was too long!
hold the mustard. That man in
the white shirt just walked up to the behemoth, and it's not
attacking him. Maybe all it wants is to be friends. Could it
possibly be that the Wienermobile has come in peace? A
friendly ambassador from the land of B-O-L-O-G-N-A?
if I just walk up to it--well, it could just run me over--but then
again, maybe it will wink at me with one of its headlights, like
Herby the Love Bug! And maybe even it will open one of its doors and I'll
jump in and then it will leap into the sky and we'll sail off
through an explosion of rainbows into the wild, blue yonder! I could
spend the rest of my days eating hot dogs while flying around,
searching the world over for Osama Bin Laden, just me and my flying
wienermobile! Okay, let me give it a try...
my ribs and spine!
forgot rule number one when dealing with evil cars: when they say,
"Hey, could you help me find my contact lens?" Just ignore
them. Do not get down on the ground in front of it to look.
you, delicious marketing spokescar!