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There was one treat that my grandmother would deliver on
time and again especially when it was on sale and that was the boiled
meaty goodness of a Reams hotdog. Reams was a beyond discount grocery
store that had two locations near my grandmothers house one that
looked like a turtle shell and one that looked like and abandoned
warehouse.
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Surprisingly, I think that the abandoned warehouse one is
the last one still in operation the awesome turtle one was bulldozed
for what some people call progress. Why not just paint over the Mona
Liza? You manics. Anyway the point was not the building but the
creepy deli counter. Every once in a while Reams would run a sale on
hot dogs and they would all be ten cents, I know that that just
sounded like a crazy old man telling you about how when he was a kid
you could buy a whole kidney and have it baked into a pie that tasted
like urine for two bits. But ten cents was cheep even then so she
would open the floodgates of generosity and let us have as many as we
wanted. The hotdogs were in a huge vat of boiling water and the buns
were kept unwrapped in a rack above in the steam which made some of
them pleasantly warm and moist and others cold and wet. We didn't
care we went out to eat so rarely that we didn't know that the deli
counter of a grocery store was not technically eating out and that a
vat of boiling hot dogs at ten cents a pop was not generosity it was
probably the cheapest meal she could feed us ingrate chicken nugget
vomiters. The real treat would be if the soda was on sale too and we
could get six glorious ounces of Orange Crush now that is living
large. Really large.
