I know what you're thinking.
"Oh, look at that poor, sad woman. She's eating a HOT DOG for dinner, ALL ALONE!"
But I say to you, don't pity my perceived plight. I did, in fact, leave a hot, homecooked meal at home for this hot dog and I am indeed alone. But my oh my, what glorious solitude it is! Here, in the Costco food court, there is no husband injecting my brain with more worries for our future, our jobless future. Here there is no annoying (albeit precious) toddler screaming "Mahhhhhmmmmmmmm!!!!!!" until I read his mind and fetch him a book, a snack, a drink, a diaper or a cartoon.
Here there is just me and my huge hot dog and my diet coke. I enjoy it with relish.