Hot Dogs and Kisses
“What’s another word for rancid—four letters, starts with an S?” I asked my best friend and sometime co-worker Ricky as we took a breather after the lunch hour rush had finally ended. It was the last word in a puzzle I’d been working on for five long, frustrating days.
“Sour, maybe?” he replied after thinking about it for ten seconds.
“Perfect, thank you!” I penciled in the word. “God, that was painful,” I complained as I crumpled the paper and threw it in the trash can next to my stool.
“Why do these things when you hate them so much?” Ricky asked before finishing off a can of root beer while he leaned against the metal counter of our food truck. He stared at the passersby in the small park where I always set up shop.
“Keeps my brain sharp. And every once in a whi
