Epiphany

I attended a Major League Baseball game over a week ago. The game sucked as the Texas Rangers were playing Sammy Sosa and the Orioles. I got bored thinking about Sammy's fall from grace and pitifully (maybe it was the 5 beers)yelled "go sammy" in an attempt to drown out the boos during his at bats. I sat on the first base line, 4th row, in oven like conditions and while beeds of sweat dropped down my man boobs, I observed the hot dog vendor walking up and down the stands. This poor guy had a large metal box strapped to his neck that was weighed down further by the thick insulation that helped keep the dogs warm. Must have weighed 30lbs. I thought to myself, as I observed people around me conversing on mobile phones and sending emails on blackberrys, surely in this day, we can think of a better way to sell hot dogs at a baseball game than strapping a metal oven to some poor guys neck.