I’ll Have a Hot Dog Sandwich Please
“Is a hot dog a sandwich?” This is the text I got the other night from old friend Frog. I sensed trouble.
Some many years ago Frog called me late at night (before texting) to settle an argument he was having with his wife.
“When Superman changes in a phone booth, what does he do with his clothes?”
“You woke me up for that? Everyone knows he puts his clothes in a pocket in his cape.”
(In the back ground)
“See, I told you so!”
“I still disagree, there is never a lump in his cape”
By my call, Frog won the argument, though Mrs. Frog still disputes this.
Now I was faced with another final judgement.
I called Frog immediately.
“What’s with this hotdog thing, are you having another fight with Mrs. Frog?”
“Yes, what is your decision?”
“I rule that a sandwich must be any food between two pieces of bread, since a hot dog always comes in a roll, a hot dog is not a sandwich…good night!”
(in the back ground)
“I told you, it is not a sandwich.”
Apparently I am no longer the judge of final resort in the Frog household. Ten minutes later I saw Mrs. Frog pose the question on Facebook, “Is a hot dog a sandwich?”
So far the internet says no…by a slight margin.
I now expect to see a Facebook survey asking, “When Superman changes in a phone booth, where does he put his clothes?”