Every year Pat and I go to the LA Car Show. We enjoy the culture, the cars, and we especially look forward to the pretzel with sneaky cheese. It’s sneaky, because I steal it. I steal cheese at the car show. Okay? Leave me alone. The pretzel stand only offers packets of mustard, and mustard almost sounds like turd, and no one wants a layer of turd on their pretzel, plus mustard is gross. So, I sneak into the food area where they sell the nachos, hot dogs, and baked potatoes, and I ask politely en español for an extra side of cheese, and then I look really really sad…and PRESTO, I become the proud owner of a cup of cheese. Enough for two soft pretzels, lightly salted thankyouverymuch.
Oh, yeah, and I almost forgot about this gem of a photo:
After our bellies were full with cheese and salty-soft goodness, our inhibitions were lowered just enough, that when asked to pose in front of a green Jeep, we thought HELL TO THE YESS!
So there you are folks. Don’t say I never give you anything.