hot dogs

I had a minor accident. I have decided it was the Cuban hot dog vendor's fault. Dumping a load of my daughter's debris at the local St. Vinny's, I was all set to turn into the busy "WIlly St." mess. A large utility truck for the City of Madison pulled up alongside the street as I was turning. The drivers were after the dogs. I didn't see the dropped metal grate on the back of their truck, but my van met it in most dramatic fashion. With my girls screaming "Mom, you're going to hit it," I was worried about the oncoming traffic, not how tight the turn was. Lovely dent don't you think? Waiting for the cop, we were entertained by the buff, 52 yr. old Russian, Spanish, English, French speaking Cuban selling hot dogs and "brauts". His trailor travels easily and he's currently enjoying Madison life - much better than California. We discussed Castro. While I was stupid enough to hit the truck, the truck guys were stupid enough to park too close to the driveway. As the cop was explaining why she wasn't issuing me a ticket or the truck guys one either, another van scraped past the truck. Proof on my part. Throwing up her hands the cop shoved a paper at me as she roared back to her car to tend to the "armed bank robbery now in progress." It was clearly the Cuban hot dog vendor's fault.