Wiener Water

I have a stomach of steele. I can handle anything...except wiener water. You know if someone boils wieners and the water gets that greasy look/smell...well gag me! I cannot stand it. I would rather chew my own face off then see or smell wiener water, and today my worst nightmare came true. It was hot dog day at school. Disgusting! What a horrid idea to offer kids lips and assholes on a bun. Yeh, I know we do it to raise money for charity, but I'd be willing to head up something else, to eliminate these days from the school calendar. What makes it worse is that they start boiling them right in the morning and the smell wafts down to my class. Picture the size and quantity of pots they need to boil them, and the subsequent volume of wiener water that is lurking around the premises. I wonder why they don't just bbq them if they are going to insist on offering hot dogs. I also made the mistake of mentioning my queasiness with even the thought of wiener water. Now it seems to be tradition to have someone slip a glass of wiener water on my desk, or offer me one casually at lunch and then laugh as I gag and turn a lovely shade of green. Unfortunately, I thought it would help me to acknowledge and write about my hate on for wiener water, but it turns out I've just grossed myself out. Yup, wiener water is my kryptonite. I'm going to vomit now.