today, I bought a large hotdog as comfort food. it was sooo tasty... except I accidentally asked for cheese, even though I disagreed with them charging me 15p for it, so didn't mean to.
the 'point' of this is, see - as I was walking along the road eating it, feeling a bit glum, I passed a 3 piece jazz band who were playing on the side of the road. their music was pleasant, and my gaze followed them as I walked past. at which point, one of the singers said/sang "hotdog!", and the song ended...
I smiled, and as I walked off heard the happy sound of a voice saying "and the next song we're going to play for you is called... hotdog", and the music started up again.
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