The queue wound around the block. I glanced back, glad to have avoided the rush hour. The thing was, I wasn’t not entirely sure why this vendor was so popular. Sure, even the stingiest critics gave this stall an extremely high ranting, however, I can’t see what’s so special. It’s just hot dogs. John insisted, though.
As I walked away, I took a bite.
That… was unexpected. I paused, lifting it up, studying it carefully. It strongly resembled a normal hot dog. I sniffed it. It smelt… normal? There wasn’t any chili or pickles.
But it made my tongue tingle.
Prompt: “…but it made my tongue tingle…”