Saturday, January 24, 2009

Getting What you Pay For

Earlier today at Eastern Market I thought I'd grab a quick lunch.

ME: Hi! I'd like a 1/4 lb hot dog please.

HOT DOG MAN: Sure. Here you go.

ME: YUM! Thanks a lot!

Hands me my hot dog, and I move to the condiment station to sass it up. Meanwhile a snotty little teenage girl comes up to the hot dog stand.

SNOTTY GIRL to HOT DOG MAN: Are those done yet?

HOT DOG MAN: No. Sorry. There gonna be about 3 minutes.

SNOTTY GIRL: Another guy said they were gonna be 3 minutes. And that was like FIVE minutes ago!

HOT DOG MAN: Sorry.

SNOTTY GIRL: I'm REALLY hungry!

HOT DOG MAN: I'm sorry, but it will be about three minutes.

Snotty Girl walks off in a huff.

Then Hot Dog Man turns to me and says with a big grin: I just gave you her hot dog!

Wherever you are Snotty Girl, I want you to know that that hot dog was EXTRA delicious.

4 comments:

erinmalia said...

that is awesome. i just hope i'm never snooty girl.

Joseph said...

You win!

micah e. said...

HA! Way to stuff it to her.

Julie said...

I must admit with the new baby around I've been doing a lot of lazy blogging lately. Lots of lurking . . . not much commenting . . . this post lured me out of hiding. Oh . . . I love the hotdog man!