You ever serve, G?
Another time in Manhattan, I didn’t get on a jury but went the full three days to wait to possibly get called. Met a lady who was the dresser for Broadway’s “Wicked.” We hit it off a bit, went on a date. I wasn’t feeling the chemistry.
Later I briefly dated a replacement Elphaba. Better chemistry, but it didn’t work out either. After that, I vowed never again to date anyone involved with “Wicked.”
Chicken noodle soup on a hot dog doesn’t sound that bad to me.