“I Know Where Hot Dogs Come From” - A Satirical, Short Story

Me and the guys sat around our lunch table and were up to our classic banter. Rodrigo, my friend, held a blackened banana in his hand. The peel itself was giving way. It stunk and was probably sour by this point. Rodrigo was dared by this kid named Tubber to eat the whole thing for five bucks.

“What an animal,” Tubber said as he opened his fifth pudding cup. This was the usual lunch he brought.

Then, Rodrigo pressed the whole rotten banana into his mouth. He mashed it between his teeth, avoiding the taste on his tongue (I hope). He was gonna put the whole thing down and win his five bucks. Rodrigo had something to say.

“My older brother said once you reach sixth grade you get to take a field trip to a hot dog machine,” Rodrigo said between the banana chewing. He meant factory.

He continued talking with his mouth full. “They say it's where all the hot dogs in the world come from. Anyway-” Rodrigo slammed his fists on the table to get himself to swallow the rest of the fruit.

He finished it and finished his speech. “Yech! Do you even know what’s in a hot dog? My brother said it’s every single piece of an animal, mashed up and spat out into a tube,” Rodrigo said.

Me and the guys turned and looked at each other. This dude. This dude who just wholeheartedly ate a rotten, undoubtedly rancid, liquified banana - thinks that hot dogs are nasty.