A Confession

Secretly to most folks, overtly to people that know me; my lifelong desire has been to operate a Hotdog cart at the beach.

If I ever do this consider me in my mind that I have arrived. I don’t need your stinking money and prestige.

I lust over hotdog carts I see on Craig’s list and eBay. I have almost bought several carts before but backed out at thoughts of practicality. I could justify a cart for tailgating but then I would be stuck eating hotdogs every week. Don’t get me wrong…I love a good messy hotdog.

Back in February I was at one of my favorite beaches in the entire world and there, next to the road was a middle aged woman operating a hotdog cart.

I approached her and said, “You know, you have my dream job,” to which she said, “I was thinking just now how much this job sucks.”

Well, there you have it…my secret desire.

Gotta run now and pick up some dogs and buns, some chili, onions, slaw, mustard, relish….

8 comments:

Micky-T said...

There is a middle aged guy at the local Lowe's that has a cart outside the exit door every day. He is ALWAYS happy and friendly and does a pretty darn good business.

Coffeypot said...

That was one of the best things about walking around NY, getting a hotdog from one of the street vendors. It seemed to taste better.

Jay said...

My favorite pulled pork BBQ in the world comes from a long haired dude who set up a trailer with it's own smoker in a parking lot here in town. Happiest guy on Earth.

terri said...

That woman was probably selling hot dogs because she had to, not because she wanted to. There's the difference. You'll be happy when you finally arrive in your dream job.

TerryC said...

Michael just fixed our leaf rake.

TerryC said...

But you can't have it!

TerryC said...

So THERE!!!

Wreggie said...

I'll go to my shiny new Home Depot and buy one.