It's a hot dog not a eastern european

So I got a hot dog coming out of the hardware store. I know very manly of me. Do you think it makes up for the fact that I got a little teary at the romantic comedy I went to see right before? Nope didn't think so.

"I'd like a hot dog," I ask in the rain in the parking lot.
"Beef or Polish?" He asks me back.
"Um... beef."

He gives me my hot dog and as I walk to car I think that phrasing isn't any good it's like he has meat products that contain Polish people in them. I realize that isn't the case, but we shorten everything so much.

Also I sometimes think it can be interesting to blog about what you had for lunch.