A Tale Of Queuing Up At A Hotdog Stand

Blonde and standing tall (and sounding
Disparagingly...), the fifty something-
Looking woman walks up to the window
And blurts out--
"I used to work in Wall Street....Now
Give me a jumbo and two small bottled water."
The order clerk says--
"Okay...next person, please! Move it, people!"
I was standing next to the woman.
Two heads behind me, I heard a grumble--
"And I used to be the Prez at the Oval Office."
And then, came these:
Ha! Ha! Haaa!!! Ho! Ho! Hooo!!!
The laughter died down, ohhh...after
A minute or two.
Famished and thirsty, I sat down with my wife.
And as we were leaving the place, I told her
That the cost (an arm and a leg) of the hotdog is not,
Why it was--the worst-tasting kind
I have ever gulped down with a can of Coke.