I hear Brian's phone ring.
He walks into the room a few minutes later, saying he has to go to the machinist. He likes the machinist and the machinist has helped him out and done things that make Brian's link production easier and less time consuming.
Unfortunately, the machinist has cancer and was recently given notice that the landlord is raising his rent to an unacceptably high amount. Since this is the machinist's retirement job, something to do, he already has a decent retirement coming in, he said he's closing shop. Leaving the business. He and his wife bought a big RV and will live on a relative's land here in San Diego county. Brian is bummed because he's got a decent business relationship with this guy.
Him: This will probably be my last time going to his shop. I'm bummed.
Me: Maybe you should bring him something. Maybe a hot dog.
(WTF?? A hot dog? Did I just say "bring him a hot dog"? Where the hell did that come from? Why did I say hot dog? My God, I'm losing my mind! I'm going senile!)
Him: ~laughter~ A hot dog? I'm gonna tell him my wife said I should bring him a hot dog. Maybe I should grab a bun.
Me: Just shoot me now.
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