The hot dogs slowly spin over and over and over again. Somebody must buy them, right?
I wonder about those sometimes.
On multiple levels.
Then I shudder and make the Mr. Burns "eeegggghhh" noise in my head and go on with my life.
Every few months I get a shady hot dog from a shady vender like that, just so I can give my immune system a good idea of what it should be protecting me against.
Well, and usually also because I'm hungry. Mmm, hot dogs...