There was an awkward silence for a few seconds as I tried to get my thoughts in order. I didn't overly do well with change and this… this was change.
"Do you not want to go?" Cerberus asked quietly. "We don't have to, you know that, right?"
"I want to go," I said knowing that that was the absolute truth. "I want to go, but I am scared."
"What are you scared of?" he asked kindly. It was like he was my best friend. Always there when you needed to talk but never offering judgment.
"I am scared that it is not going to be as I remembered, and what I would do if that happened," I admitted as I rested my elbow on the door between the metal part and the window.
"If it is not as your remembered, change it back. If you don't like it anymore, set it on fire. There is nothing, and I mean nothing, that you can do wrong," said Cerberus his voice filling the cab with his conviction.
Alright... I would like to call and cancel the lynch mob... There can be no more story if the author is dead!
Lol...
Yes, I am well aware that hotdogs are one of those things that you just don't mess with and everyone has their own (and the only right) way of doing things.
For me, it is a boiled hotdog with ketchup and a steamed bun. I share a house with someone that only likes them on the BBQ with mustard and a toasted bun.
I am also under the impression that people in the US put even weirder condiments on the hotdog (chili is its own dish, not a hotdog toping).
But however you like your dog, go for it! Just don't make fun of me for my basic approach!
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