Sometimes The Meat Can Be Suspect…

This happened to a family friend who emigrated to the USA from Germany after World War II. She was traveling by bus, which had stopped for a snack and potty break.

Snack Bar Man: “What can I get for you, ma’am?”

Friend: “Oh, just something quick.”

Snack Bar Man: “How about a hot dog?

Friend: “Oh, no, I ate enough horse meat in Germany during the war. I didn’t come to the United States to start eating dogs!”