When I was growing up, everybody and his brother were selling something by the side of the road. Flags… Velvet Elvis paintings… The worst was the guy with the seafood truck. He’d be pulled off the road, middle of August. And his truck would have a big cartoon lobster on the side – because cartoon lobsters are a sure sign of quality.
A typical transaction would go something like this:
“Can I help you, sir?”
“Yeah. What's your special of the day?”
“Botulism.”
“Botulism?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Hmm... All right. I’ll take two.”
