TimeFalcon

"Oy, let me see your calorie card!" The skinny man at the hotdog stand demanded, holding my hotdog just out of reach. I sighed and dug the plastic out of my pocket, handing it to him with a sour grimace on my face.  I was sure I had already exceeded my allotted 1500 calories for today, but I was just so darn hungry.  Seriously, what was one hotdog going to do to my figure anyway? He shook his head as he swiped it through the scanner.  "Sorry girlie.  This hot dog is 242 calories.  You only have 10 calories left for today."  He shooed me away in preference of those with enough calories on their card to afford his food. My stomach grumbled i