I don't know if just me, but for the life of me I think that the word "Frankfurter" is dirty. "Frank" I get, and I have eaten many of frank -both the processed food and men with that name. It's the "furter" that leaves me feeling dirty. Maybe because it reminds me furtive. Even back on the farm that grandparents and then aunt and uncle had, where you soon learned that "sweetbreads" were not cinnamon sugar toast, a hot dog was fine, so were franks. But "frankfurter" was as alien to me as those damned "New England Style Hot Dog Roll." And I have to add that the "New England Style Hot Dog Roll" v "Hot Dog Bun" argument rages in our house. My husband is from New England. I am from the "Western Reserve" in Ohio - land owed to Connecticut after the Revolutionary War for service in the fight for Independence. And in the Western Reserve is a hot dog bun, damn it. But I digress -
This reads like something from vintage MAD Magazine! Grumblat, really? I miss the old phone booths where Clark Kent could disrobe in peace.
ReplyDeleteI remember those old phone booths everywhere! and the town pharmacy had a WOOD phone booth!
ReplyDeleteI'd like to go back to those days.
ReplyDeleteCell phones are the Devil's workshop.
Oh, and GET OFFA MY LAWN!!!
Old man conversion? Complete!
We're going to have to call you "OMS"
DeletePlease do so! I'll wear the moniker with pride!
DeleteLazy dials were the bane of my childhood. Seriously, I remember being annoyed by phone numbers with lots of 0's and high numbers in them, like 878-9000.
ReplyDeleteP.S. Most of the dials were made of relatively comfortable plastic, but we had an older phone in our basement that had a thin metal dial that cut into your finger, especially on those 9's and 0's! --Jim
DeleteAnd those old metal dials were painful...
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