This is second in a series called I Get It On the Streets. Click on the link at the end for the next post in the series.
Like the Handbag Guy, the Hot Dog Man has been on the hospital corner ever since I started working here, and I suspect, for a few years before. Great dogs and sausages, and unlike the push cart vendors in Central Park who are milking the poor tourists, this guy’s got great prices.
During my first year here, when I was commuting from Philadelphia 3 days a week and totally stressed, I lost my laptop computer. About a week into the loss, I stopped for a hot dog on my way to the train. And there, sitting on the wheel hub chained to the Hot Dog Man’s cart, was my laptop case. Turns out I had set it down there while paying for a soda the previous week.
“I didn’t know whose it was,” the Hot Dog Man told me, “but I figured they would probably pass by or stop again and see that they had left it.” So he schlepped that laptop back and forth with his cart to Queens every night, got a chain to lock it down to the cart so he wouldn’t have to worry about it getting stolen, and waited for its rightful owner (me) to claim it.
I love this guy (and this city).
Next Up: Coffee Guy.