hot dogs are definitely a theme of the day. the driver that picked me up at the Philly airport owns a hot dog cart that he runs on the weekends.

let’s start at the top … of his head … he met me at baggage claim and I instantly noticed his toupee. I’ve seen a few in my day, but this one was the biggest by far!

he was nice enough … probably mid-50s … fourth week on the job … already got a lady lost in the Bronx … So you know I’m thinking I’m going to be found dead tomorrow morning, Tony Soprano style.

he drives. and talks and talks and talks. then he tells me about his hot dog cart. now I have the weenie man song going through my head, my phone is ringing, he won’t shut up, and I’m stuck in the back of a town car doing 70 across the bridge into NJ, life passing before my eyes. incredible.

finally, we make it to the hotel. I get out … don’t even wait for him to open the door … and flee into the dump of a hotel at which I am staying.

I need to do some soul searching and make some changes. I can’t live like this.