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Honesty and Hotdogs

"It's hotdogs" Those were the words the teenager kept saying to my mom. let me rewind just a bit. I was eight years old, and after a long shopping trip, my mother and I were loading up the car, when she picked up her purse and noticed that a bag of hotdogs has slipped under it. Some people would have just tossed them in with the other grocery's, but not my mom. We finished loading the car, and then we walked back to the store and stood in line at customer service. My mom waited patiently as we moved closer and closer to the front of the line. I on the other hand, fidgeted, twirled, whined....you know everything a eight year old who is tired and just wants to go home would do. when we finally reached the front of the line, my mom handed the hotdogs to the teenager and after explaining that she had forgotten to pay for them, reached for her wallet, only to find him looking at her like she was crazy! "It's hotdogs" "Yes" she replied