This may or may not have happened the other night.
(Two high society ladies with vodka giblets are waiting in a theater lobby next to the concession stand)
LADY 1: Have you tried the “Fearless” Hot Dog?
LADY 2: Why no, I haven’t.
LADY 1: Oh you simply must. It’s to die for. The hot dogs were harvested at Niman Ranch… because hot dogs come from ranches, you know.
LADY 2: I had no idea. I thought they came from factories?
LADY 1: Of course not!
LADY 2: But I can see the cardboard box there that these hot dogs are coming out of. They look like any other hot dog. They don’t look special.
LADY 1: Oh but they are! This hot dog is made with beef that is free of hormones and antibiotics. That’s what makes it fearless.
LADY 2: I do like eating food that sounds strong.
LADY 1: Me too! You know how I like to eat food that reminds me of the “No Fear” t-shirt subculture a few years back.
LADY 2: That always surprised me about you.
LADY 1: I’m full of surprises! Oh I haven’t told you the best part. The hot dog is nested into a soft roll. Look! The man is nesting one now!
LADY 2: It looks like he’s just placing it on a bun.
LADY 1: No no, he’s “nesting.” “Placing” is what poor people do.
LADY 2: I thought hot dogs were always associated with poor people though?
LADY 1: Not when they’re six bucks.
LADY 2: Let’s spit on a hobo!
(They yell “huzzah”, clink vodka giblets and order two hot dogs.)