Hot Dog Man

"What's up Consuela," yelled Martin from his hot dog cart on the square downtown. Martin knew everyone and everyone loved him. He was always a positive man, even if he was a little slow.

The hot dog cart was an idea that his uncle who owned a restaurant thought up and financially backed. Martin would stand out there everyday from Spring through Summer to around the end of Fall selling hot dogs.

A young woman named Marcy would come and sit and talk with him after the lunch rush was over every day. Martin liked Marcy and invited her to his apartment after he closed up one Friday.

Marcy agreed.

When they got to his apartment Marcy had to take her medicine. Martin got to putting away his left over stock in the freezer. He usually took the stock over to his uncle's restaurant, but he knew that today was going to be special.

Marcy kissed Martin. He liked how soft her lips felt against his.

The two of them watched some old TV shows that Martin had recorded on VHS. Marcy was amused by the ancient technology and the clothes the people in the shows were wearing.

Marcy went home and told her Mother and Father how she had finally met a man, the hot dog vendor, and she went to his apartment. They were mortified. They told her it wasn't respectable for young ladies to just go to some hot dog man's apartment. They told her that a girl with her issues needed rest and not concern herself with such things. They told her to never talk to or see that man again.

Marcy never went see Martin again.