Burgers and Franks
Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale about a weird dream I had last night. Here goes:
Okay, so I was eating at a McDonald’s somewhere in New Jersey with both friends from PA and from Rutgers. This McDonald’s was outdoors, however, in that you ordered from a large window on the side of the building. Kind of like a food stand at a state fair, maybe. Anyway, to eat there, you sat at a long picnic table under a tent. For whatever reason, we were all sitting with the owner of the place, who was an Italian pastry chef trying to earn money to go back to California to open a bakery there. (Apparently owning an outdoor an McDonald’s was a sure path to riches in my dream world.) He had, in the words of Monty Python’s French Taunters, an “outrageous accent,” just Italian instead of French.
We got talking, and someone asked me where I was from. This was kind of odd since I knew everyone there, but I responded, “Pennsylvania.” The owner asked me where in Pennsylvania, and I told him the city where I went to college. He yelled, “NO! I can’t believe it!” as if the he had some intimate connection to the area, but didn’t bother to explain.
At this point, an “old friend” of mine walked into the McDonald’s. (If you can really “walk into” an open tent, but whatever.) Can you guess who this “old friend” was? (If my good friends FF and BP are reading, I think they’ll really appreciate this.)
Barney Frank! Of course!
Now, Congressman Frank was looking for a new “personal barber” and asked me if I had any suggestions, as though I live in either the Massachusetts 3rd or Washington. Although I did get the best haircut of my life at the House barbershop in the Rayburn building when I worked there, which is maybe where the Barney Frank association came from? I don’t have a blessed clue. Anyway, I suggested lunaticraft, maybe thinking that knitting ability translates into hair cutting prowess. Or maybe I was just remembering how big a fan of his she was.
In any case, I woke up at that point and immediately realized I had to write a blog entry about the dream, since the title “Burgers and Franks” was just too perfect a coincidence to pass up.
The end.
