There are new developments in the story of the Hot Dog. I am ashamed to tell you that I have been remiss in my reporting on the Dog, but I have two new things to report, both of which happened over two weeks ago.
The first item of note is that as of a couple weeks ago, Hot Dog was still in the car, still buried under much of the same mound of food, but with some modest new additions. And yes, still just a short arm’s length away from the driver at all times.
And speaking of the driver, I have seen him. I was walking out from work one day and I saw a head duck into the car a few rows away. I had to take a fairly obvious detour to double back and pass the car, but there was no question that it was the right thing to do. Unfortunately, what I had thought would be some sort of climactic moment of realization turned out to be a rather mundane event. The guy looks completely normal, except he does have kind of a Freddie Mercury mustache. But what that has to do with leaving a hot dog in your car for three months is still a mystery.