My Lucky Guess: Corndog For Breakfast

I had one lucky guess I can think of. When I was in the jail cell breakfast came and I didn't move. My roommate was nice enough to bring it to me and I didn't even look at it. I saw a hotdog though. Like, you know, a frankfurter. And lo and behold, for breakfast, on the side, there was a corn dog. I picked it up and looked again. Yep. It was what I thought. Now, who would "see" a frankfurter for breakfast? But there it was, in another form perhaps, but a frank nonetheless.