So 2009 begins with Dollar Day at the races. (This is becoming a tradition, I think.) There were dollar beers and a trumpet player in a red coat and a horse named Good Thoughts that made me a winner. (All of $11.70 in big money, baby!)
What there wasn't a lot of: Hot dogs. Yes, that's right. The vendors kept running out of them. We would wait in line, wooden tokens in hand, for what seemed like forever. And then we'd finally make it to the front, and then the guy in the cowboy hat would say, "Sorry, we're out."
Tragic. How can you run out of dollar hot dogs on Dollar Day?
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