geez, this kid

Once I took a train across the country solo- I was maybe 18? In the sleeper car I arranged my things just right, a window transparency colored with colored pencil stuck to the window via static electricity, my favorite tapestry as a blanket, pillow of course, art supplies, books and walkman with many many tapes. The porter (are they called porters?) came through to check on me early in the trip and upon getting a good look at my set up, remarked, while shaking his head slowly side to side, "Damn girl, you just too much chili for the hot dog"


So, for lack of a better phrase,
this kid is just too much damn chili for the hot dog.