Hot Dog

My wife and I were in Macon, Georgia at a mall.  As usual, she was shopping, and I was at the food court.  I walked up to a hot dog stand and said, “I’d like a hot dog, please.”  The attendant asked, “Would you like a small hot dog or a large hot dog?”  I said, “I’ll take a small hot dog.”  Then she said, “We don’t have any small hot dogs.”  I was incredulous, “Well why did you ask me if I wanted a small or large hot dog if you don’t have a small one?”  She replied, “Well, if you wanted a large hot dog, I would give you a large one, but if you wanted a small hot dog, I was going to give you a large one and charge you for a small one.”  At least it made sense … to her.