I used to be a baker at Swedish Hospital in Seattle years ago. One day one of the cooks came to me with a little story she wanted to tell. I’d like to tell you this story. First though, I have to tell you she was a very small woman with a very thick Scottish accent that went very well with the “story”.
Two women came to America from Scotland by boat. It was a very long trip and a very expensive one. They both had saved for years for this and it was something they had wanted to do. They wanted to live in the United States of America.
As soon as they got off the boat, they both wanted to eat something that is “All American” and what else, but a hot dog? So the ladies went off in search of a place that sold hot dogs. Soon, near a park, they saw a vendor selling hot dogs out of his hot dog stand. There were several people ordering hot dogs so the ladies thought this would be a good place. Not wanting to seem ignorant, they waited until everyone was gone before they stepped up to the vendor and ordered a hot dog each. The ladies then went to a park bench to unwrap their hot dogs and commence eating.
One lady unwrapped her dog, took a sharp intake of air, leaned over to her friend and asked, “What part of
the dog did you get?”
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