tales of two dogs

i went to a picnic recently. the last one, they ran out of veggie burgers, so i had to head down early. in my haste, apparently i neglected to invite a couple of my closer friends. i made the situation worse by calling from the hall phone and hanging up before i finished talking in order to dash into the elevator, which had just opened. the veggie burger was ok, but the double hot dog i picked up to take back upstairs for the friend who never came down looked awfully good. i realize meat tastes good and all, but i really don't see the point in eating it again until i feel like it.