An Apology to Customers of My Hot Dog Stand
This letter is addressed to the valued Customers, Victims, and Bystanders of our Franks & Wangs food cart, and all others who witnessed the events of September 4th, 2011, or had said events happen all over them. I am apologizing on behalf of the officers, shareholders and employees of Cylinder Meats LLC, of which I am the only one.
Other investors were scared off by my proposed logo, which I refused to change.Prior to the apology, a clarification. A great deal of misinformation has been spread in the press and electronic forums regarding this incident, and whether or not it stemmed from a case of food poisoning. City health officials and the CDC have since gathered significant forensic evidence from the ruins, and have determined that no Salmonella, E.Coli or other pathogens were present in the cylindrical flavor products being served that day. Although this third party validation is appreciated, it comes as no surprise to those of us at Cylinder Meats LLC. as we stand confidently behind our products. All flavor distribution vessels sold at
What's the matter E. Coli? You too good for sand?Which brings me to the first point, in which I sincerely apologize for the enormous amount of vomiting that happened that day. What Cylinder Meats LLC. investigators now believe is that a single person, experiencing non food-poisoning related distress, vomited first. The odor and ferocity of this discharge overwhelmed many of those present, beginning a chain reaction of vomiting. We stress that at no point during this process were Franks, Wangs, or other Cylinder Meats products the causative agents of this gastrointestinal distress, even if their partially digested remains ended up the most visible result of it.
"IT'S IN MY HAIR. GET IT OUT GET IT OUT GET IT OUT."My second apology is for being subject zero: the first person to vomit and the spark for this spew-storm. Although my medical history is of course private, and sparse, due to my largely non-existent doctors, I have since learned from Wikipedia that this vomiting was possibly caused by stress. Running your own cylindrical flavor products distribution network is a challenging business. Some of you may also have heard an old saying warning people from seeing how the "sausage is made." I can assert that the same platitude applies to other types of cylindrical dishes as well.
I cannot believe this is a toy; this is basically my Vietnam.I also must mention the possibility that another factor led to my barf-spell, a factor that was not entirely the fault of Cylinder Meats staff, namely the presence of vapors emitted from off-site. As we all know, Franks and Wangs give off a distinctive bouquet when cooking on the grill, a scent which has become a beacon for the hungry and desperate, and a hallmark of the
It sounds like a sex thing, and some days it is a bit of a sex thing, but on that particular day, no sir, not a sex thing at all.The Terms and Conditions written clearly on the bottom of every Franks & Wangs wrapper outline the need for this - it's really an example of the sort of red tape that strangles the small business owner. Essentially, the city's health department has decided that there is a "public health interest" in not allowing either a Frank or a Wang to leave the premises without several lengthy OSHA and NIOSH forms filled in. In order to spare our customers this hassle, and as there is a loophole centering around things physically contained within people, no customers are permitted to leave the vicinity of a
Franks & Wangs was pronounced a "Best Bet" by the editors of Lowly Cur magazine.On the subject of my vomit being flammable: the doctor I should probably go to would probably say that the ailments I probably have can only be cured with the application of repeated doses of plum wine, administered orally. It turns out that contracting for a chemical supplier to supply 75% abv plum wine is cheaper than getting it from a winery, and as I already deal with several such suppliers for business purposes, I was able to write-off most of these costs. The long and short of this digression into the haunted carnival of my medical history, is that I, many of my possessions, and all of my fluids are highly, highly flammable, and react poorly when aerosolized in the vicinity of a hot grill.The fourth apology is the biggest one: I reacted poorly when the cart caught on fire, and I am sorry for it. Although not being cool under pressure is not itself a crime, I now appreciate that it is a really very necessary trait for the owner/operator of a
There is a truly unpleasant amount of backsplash when vomiting inside a Ronald Reagan mask, a point which Point Break didn't address at all.Finally, I would like to apologize for having the chutzpah to mention that