HOT DOG
HOT DOG
I had a dream that I got a job as a hot dog vendor
on the corner of a not-so-busy residential street.
I just walked up and asked the lady who was running the stand
if they needed any help and she said “you’re hired.”
I sat on the sidewalk for a few hours and didn’t sell
a single dog.
It was nice and cool and shady with a gentle breeze
and not such a bad job, all things considered.
But, by sundown I’d made up my mind that I was going to get a different job the next day
and the day after that. I was going to try to work thirty days at thirty different jobs.
A quest of sorts.
Before I quit that night I asked the lady who ran the hot dog cart how long
she had been working there.
She said twelve years.
I asked her what the best thing that ever happened to her on the job was.
She said the other day she sold a hot dog to Justin Timberlake.