Tubular Scoop

Pondering dreamily over lunch not too long ago, She-Does-Her-Best-to-Suit-Herself Cynthia expressed a desire to open a hot dog stand and name it Frank’s. “Dumb, I know,” she remarked. Not dumb. Or rather, so dumb it is good. Frankly speaking. Although she has been scooped by an Austin hot dog outfit, I’d bet my bottom bun that she is not disappointed. A trip to Frank is in order, no doubt. 
I’ll take the Notorious P.I.G. neat, with a Bacon Makers back! One for here and one for the road. The high road – the mile high brown bag club.  Return flight sausage in a plain brown bag.