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How was meeting the Wienermobile in person you ask? Like meeting a childhood icon and realizing you built them up to epic proportions and in no way could they possibly live up to your standards.
What exactly was I expecting? I don't know, I guess hot dogs. Even if they weren't free. Maybe a bumper sticker?
I pulled up to the grocery store parking lot where the Wienermobile website said it would be. There were a few kids around, most of them crying. It was hot out, and nobody was singing the "O I wish I was..." song even though the lyrics were prominently displayed. I didn't really know what to do- stand around and look
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So I left. Dejected. I should've been satisfied with my wiener chase yesterday and left well enough alone. I drove to Wienerschnitzel and got my hot dog.
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