Harrowing tales of a hot dog vendor and chess player in the park

In my latest book, titled "Mustard Man Lives (to tell)", I recount the story of a young 23 year old promising college grad from a farm town who embarks on a journey to the chess parks of the USA. Yes, I was that 23 year old, a strapping young lad who would play almost anyone for a thrill. Then, I realized, these people in the park needed food after a win. So, I used my business 405 lecture notes and came up with a business model that would make Adolph Levis proud.

To find out what I did before selling hot dogs to chess players in the park, stay tuned my dedicated reader fans. I will reveal all in the next installment.

OH BOY!

Hello chess fans, are you ready to continue the adventures of how I became a favorite hot dog vendor in the parks where people play chess?

So, I had this desire to reach out to people and help with whatever they needed. Since McDonald's was the usual go to place for fast food, everyone including yours truly wanted to feast on a hamburger. I then went into finance calculation mode and ordered up 1,000 beef patties and hired a part-time cook to assist me.

Sadly, we only sold about 15 hamburgers a day. The problem with hamburgers is that you need both hands or the grease and insides run out. You can't make chess moves if both hands are occupied.

Then a revelation struck while smelling the rotting meat from the other 900 beef patties. I saw this kid with a yo-yo in one hand and a hot dog in another. It was a eureka moment!!

I shouted in the park, "I WAS MADE TO SELL HOT DIGGITY DOGS!!!"

This was my calling, and I aimed to make all chess players well fed while moving their chess pieces and not get any grease all over the pieces.

In the next installment, I'll explain how I competed with a Mexican who had a similar idea selling tacos.

lol @ the username.

You're that guy who makes a million accounts, recently that old man hot dog guy right?

So it's just pretty funny to me.

Impressive!