© 2012 Aaron Atkinson

The Fried Guy

Laura and I recently spent our Friday night working for our church selling food at a community fair. Our Italian and Polish sausages, brats, hotdogs and nachos were a big hit to almost everyone who came by.

But there was one kid who wasn’t interested in the wares that we were pedaling. As he looked at our sign displaying what was for sale, he kept muttering in a hazy, calorie-starved craze…

Kid: Fried. Fried. I need something fried. What can I buy that’s fried?

Me: I know that they’re selling fried Oreos and Twinkies in the booth across the way. Is that what you’re looking for?

Without a word, he turned and walked away, still muttering his deep-fat chant.

Laura: That was weird.

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