In spurts, the customers arrive. They linger at the hot dog cart. In a cold city, it's a welcome outpost of warmth. With the talent of Pollacks, the customers drip-paint their dogs. It's amazing the amount of condiments that can be squiggled and squirted onto a simple, hand-held canvas.
Buddy is dextrous, too.
With a pair of tongs, he fishes in the bin. A huff of steam hits him in the face, fogging up his glasses, momentarily giving him a zombie look. He plops the dog in a bun. He wipes the counter of crumbs and awaits another order. The night proceeds.