Cruising the Sample Aisle

So my office smells suspiciously like hot dogs this morning - not just any hot dogs, but the hot dogs found at Costco food windows. Have you ever smelled (or heard or tasted) something random that suddenly transported you back to a moment in time?

Smelling these random hot dogs, I can't concentrate on work, because I'm back in California, in the IE, at Costco on a sunny afternoon with my friend Paul, both rummaging through the consoles of our cars for enough change to pool for two dogs and a soda. I'd put extra onions on mine because they were free.

As a second course, our poor tummies only teased by hot processed meat, we'd stalk the sample ladies, sometimes taking hats or different shirts from the clothing aisle just to look different, so we wouldn't get in trouble for eating too many. Ah, to be young and poor in the Land of Eternal Summer....