Before my time here. But have heard the stories. Lady here ,Divorced, had 9 kids and put 7 of them thru college selling dogs. They call her ‘Granny’ and yes I have met and worked for this Lady.
She only works one week a year now, selling Corndogs, Hot Dogs and Sausages out of her trailer at the fair. I learned alot about friers for a week doing CornDogs. not my cup of tea, but informative. I would rather do small street festivals than large county wide fairs.
Now that’s a great depiction of a self-fulfilling prophecy. Personally I beleive our current economic troubles are (at least in part) the result of this type of thinking.
There’s a recession? Not now, I just started building my cart. Oh well I guess I’ll just scrap it then. NO WAY!! I might build two of them now. Lots of people still have plenty of money. I see the malls packed around me and I still see new restaurants being built, like the Red Robin just around the corner.
Tasty Dogs is right, we are too easily led.
A great tale demonstrating how easily we are led. I don’t much believe in fate or predestination. I think people who say it just wasn’t met to be done are being are being ran over and passed up by people who are doing it. Thanks for the story.
Dang! If you give up now what will become of you? You need to pull your pants on get out there. The recession favors inexpensive meals that people can afford especially when they maybe watching their pennies. Time is of the essence, utilize every trick you know, pull in every dime, say hello to everyone you can, just because someone says you can’t , nod smile and do your thing. Raise your flag and see who salutes it. If not only for yourself but for the people who are looking forward to buying that dog. I cannot stress how important it is to keep doing what you do, if it stops then it will be gone. Pull out the banner put on the smile start where you left off, not doing so will be a self fulfilling prophesy.
Buck & Vi’s
This is a story of timely relevance. It is about a hotdog vendor who could have made it big. He almost did, but then he lost his nerve. This man, lets call him Fred, suffered from poor eyesight, so he didn’t watch television or read the newspapers. He was also hard of hearing, so he didn’t listen to the radio either. But he made good hot dogs.
Every morning, at the crack of dawn, Fred visited the market where he stocked up with the best-quality sausages and the freshest rolls available. And before office commuters hit the streets on their way to work, he took up his position at a busy intersection.
“Lovely morning, Sir, don’t you want to buy a hotdog?” he would say when a man passed by. “You look especially lovely today, Madam, don’t you want to buy a hotdog?” he would call out to passing females. And because his stall looked clean and inviting and the smells that emanated from his sausage cooker were seductive, few passers-by could not resist. Business was brisk, but Fred wanted more. He had a banner made that advertised his hotdogs and put it up between two street poles every morning. This meant that he had to get out of bed even earlier each day, but he didn’t mind because it drove sales upwards.
Incredible as it may sound, Fred made enough money from his hotdog stand that he could put his son through university followed by an MBA. When the boy had completed his studies, father and son set down to discuss the future. “You know, son,” Fred said, “I have never told anyone this but it has always been my dream to set up a chain of hotdog stands across the city, and perhaps even in cities and towns around the country. There could even be teams of part-timers to cover sporting events.
“Everyone loves good hotdogs, so I know that there is a market out there but I have never acted on my dream because, truth be told, I don’t think that I have the skills needed to manage a real big business. With you on my side, it would be a different ballgame, so what do you say?”
“You must be out of your mind, dad!” said the youngster. “Don’t you know that there is a recession on? People are losing their jobs, businesses are closing down everywhere and everyone who has a chance to leave the country does so. And in this climate do you want to expand?”
Fred was shocked to the core. He had spent his time selling hotdogs and business had been brisk as usual. He was so busy that he hadn’t even noticed that there was a recession brewing. But he reasoned that as his son had gone to university, was watching television, reading newspapers and listening to the radio, he must know what’s going on in the world.
This realization depressed Fred. He no longer bothered to put up his banner, and he stopped greeting people and inviting them to buy a hotdog. “What’s the use?” he reasoned, “there is a recession on, so people won’t buy anyway!” And quite soon, people stopped buying. The pile of sausages and bread rolls left over at the end of each day grew bigger; at first, Fred would give the leftovers away for free, but he soon started to keep them for the next day.
Eventually, Fred decided that it was no longer worth his while to run the hotdog stand. “My son was absolutely right” he said to himself, “there really is a recession on; I might as well cut my losses and pack up before I lose everything!”
What do you think? Is it time to give up?
Buck & Vi’s
givin it up?
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