It's been one of those days where I ask myself why I'm a food vendor....
Music.
Someone explain to me why "mexican" music sounds like a Polka.
If I hear the "N" word one more time, I'm breaking your stereo.
Yes, That's My Truck. No, I Won't Help You Move.
Yes, I built the cart myself (EQ can confirm it was built by me, Dad, and Mom). No, I won't build you one. No, you can't buy mine. NO NOT FOR $3,000.00!!
Tacos.
SC: Do you have tacos?
RW: (I have a menu board. READ IT) Nope. Got all-beef hot dogs, BBQ Beef Brisket Sandwiches, and smoked sausage.
SC: No tacos?
RW: No tacos.
SC: Okay. (Walks Off)
I'm Bored.
Yes, I draw pictures. No, I will not teach you to draw. No, I will not draw your portrait, I'm not a portrait artist.
Please stop having "family reunions" in front of my cart.
"Achy-Breaky-Heart" in Spanish sounds almost as funny as 99 Luf Baloons does in English.
Do NOT open the door to the cart. Yes, it's multi-coloured. That doesn't mean it's a mobile playground-GIVE ME BACK THAT STEP LADDER!
I have a sign. It says "NO BILLS LARGER THAN $20 ACCEPTED". I will not take your $100 bill for a $1 soda. Go. Away.
I don't stock sno-cones. Or tacos. Or coffee.
The people that say you want "everything" on your hotdog and then say Ketchup&Mustard only.....you frustrate me.
Cheeseburger, cheeseburger, Pepsi no Coke.
I don't even have a GRILL on the cart, why do you keep assuming I make hamburgers? It's not even on the menu!
Currently I stock Coca-Cola, A&W Rootbeer, Dr. Pepper, and Water. Yes, it changes sometimes, but they're displayed in front of your face.
I have a sign. It says sales tax is already included in the price. Stop giving me change.
I have resigned myself to being mistaken for a girl (GRR). Please don't call me "Hotdog Girl" or, worse, "Wiener-Girl". That just sounds oh-so-wrong on so many levels.
I'm selling out of a Victorian-Style Vardo. Stop telling me I need to sell tacos.
Yes, I'm aware the 'Market is located outside, however...
Turn the music down.
Don't let your kid scream over nothing.
Pick up after your dog.
One guy plays a song, then the other guy plays the same song and now the bass beat won't get out of my head and what did I tell you about the "N" word and your stereo?!
Trash goes in the conveniently placed trashcans. Please don't feed the bird-brained seagulls.
I don't keep track of the other vendors. If they leave before you buy something from them then it's not my problem, it's YOURS.
I Got Bills To Pay, And Mouths To Feed.
Yes, I sell 12oz cans of soda for $1. I'm not forcing you at gunpoint to buy it.
I've muttered about this before but please, please, PLEASE take the candy out of your mouth before you order. I don't speak gibberish.
I sell German Food. I don't sell TACOS.
A Short Note On Fashion.
Big wide belt wrapped around ribcage under breasts....why?
Great big over-sized shirt and "shorts" that end about 3" above your ankles with the belt located around your thighs....why? Even if you were a Real Gangster (which I DOUBT) and hiding a gun under that mass of fabric I could stab you with my pencil before you could even untangle yourself. And my pencil's wrapped up in my clipboard.
One more thing....I DON'T SELL TACOS. What is your obsession with the stupid tacos?? Taco Guy will be here tomorrow, you can get a Taco then!
Music.
Someone explain to me why "mexican" music sounds like a Polka.

If I hear the "N" word one more time, I'm breaking your stereo.
Yes, That's My Truck. No, I Won't Help You Move.
Yes, I built the cart myself (EQ can confirm it was built by me, Dad, and Mom). No, I won't build you one. No, you can't buy mine. NO NOT FOR $3,000.00!!
Tacos.
SC: Do you have tacos?
RW: (I have a menu board. READ IT) Nope. Got all-beef hot dogs, BBQ Beef Brisket Sandwiches, and smoked sausage.
SC: No tacos?
RW: No tacos.
SC: Okay. (Walks Off)
I'm Bored.
Yes, I draw pictures. No, I will not teach you to draw. No, I will not draw your portrait, I'm not a portrait artist.
Please stop having "family reunions" in front of my cart.
"Achy-Breaky-Heart" in Spanish sounds almost as funny as 99 Luf Baloons does in English.
Do NOT open the door to the cart. Yes, it's multi-coloured. That doesn't mean it's a mobile playground-GIVE ME BACK THAT STEP LADDER!
I have a sign. It says "NO BILLS LARGER THAN $20 ACCEPTED". I will not take your $100 bill for a $1 soda. Go. Away.
I don't stock sno-cones. Or tacos. Or coffee.
The people that say you want "everything" on your hotdog and then say Ketchup&Mustard only.....you frustrate me.
Cheeseburger, cheeseburger, Pepsi no Coke.
I don't even have a GRILL on the cart, why do you keep assuming I make hamburgers? It's not even on the menu!
Currently I stock Coca-Cola, A&W Rootbeer, Dr. Pepper, and Water. Yes, it changes sometimes, but they're displayed in front of your face.
I have a sign. It says sales tax is already included in the price. Stop giving me change.
I have resigned myself to being mistaken for a girl (GRR). Please don't call me "Hotdog Girl" or, worse, "Wiener-Girl". That just sounds oh-so-wrong on so many levels.
I'm selling out of a Victorian-Style Vardo. Stop telling me I need to sell tacos.
Yes, I'm aware the 'Market is located outside, however...
Turn the music down.
Don't let your kid scream over nothing.
Pick up after your dog.
One guy plays a song, then the other guy plays the same song and now the bass beat won't get out of my head and what did I tell you about the "N" word and your stereo?!
Trash goes in the conveniently placed trashcans. Please don't feed the bird-brained seagulls.
I don't keep track of the other vendors. If they leave before you buy something from them then it's not my problem, it's YOURS.
I Got Bills To Pay, And Mouths To Feed.
Yes, I sell 12oz cans of soda for $1. I'm not forcing you at gunpoint to buy it.
I've muttered about this before but please, please, PLEASE take the candy out of your mouth before you order. I don't speak gibberish.
I sell German Food. I don't sell TACOS.
A Short Note On Fashion.
Big wide belt wrapped around ribcage under breasts....why?
Great big over-sized shirt and "shorts" that end about 3" above your ankles with the belt located around your thighs....why? Even if you were a Real Gangster (which I DOUBT) and hiding a gun under that mass of fabric I could stab you with my pencil before you could even untangle yourself. And my pencil's wrapped up in my clipboard.

One more thing....I DON'T SELL TACOS. What is your obsession with the stupid tacos?? Taco Guy will be here tomorrow, you can get a Taco then!

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