I'm on my way home last night, post work, doing the usual shaking hands and kissing babies, and decide to stop for a street vendor sausage outside of the Union Station subway terminal.

I notice the lady behind the grill isn't the typical Polish looking woman with the moustache and build of an O-Lineman. This one was actually pretty cute (age undetermined) and just seemed to be there working with her father for the night. However, I just order a Polish sausage minus the flirting. By this time I'm pretty tired from being downtown for far too long and keep the "ow you doin" to myself.

Time goes by... a bit too much time for your typical order... whatever, I'm patient

Then she calls me back to the grill and presents me with a bun that has two... count em TWO... sausages in one bun. She 'CLAIMS' that the sausages were 'kinda small so I gave you two in one, you get a deal today'. I glance at my sausage made in heaven and they seem to be your typical size polish sausages you get from any vendor.

Let's do the math, shall we?

1 ruggedly handsome stud + 1 fairly cute polish lady
= two regular sized sausages

Uhmmmm... somehow that doesn't sound right!?!?!

Chris will again be proud of me as the exchange of phone numbers never became an issue.

The looks I was getting on the subway ride home whilst eating this sausage made in heaven is a blog in itself.