Friday, February 26, 2010

A Bad Sign

Once or twice a year I get to jonesing for a hotdog from one of those carts you see along the sidewalk. Today was the day. By 11:00 the monkey had climbed all the way up my back and I put on my coat to face a freezing, windy day for the one block walk to the nearest street vendor to order one with chili and onions (if they were crunchy).

She wasn't there.

I got over it. Now I can get a decent hotdog tomorrow, with real chili and fresh onions. What disturbs me is her taking the day off in the first place. What does it say about this nation when we can no longer depend on immigrants to do the jobs we won't do?

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