Call Your Mother Hot Dog Cart
The cart stands on Houston near Lafayette.
Between the many signs for hot dogs, hot pretzels, and honey roasted peanuts, hand-written messages tell passersby to call their mothers.
"A smiling face is a...beautiful mankind," reads another.
"Let's back to our childhood. There we used to mistake again and again. Some people used to forgive us over and over."
"Wake up! Re-start. U'll overcome this time."
The vendor says the signs bring people to him, inspire them to stop and talk. It's a good thing. "We're all turning into machines," he says, "in this system." It's a good thing to stop and connect.
And go call your mother. Which I did.
Between the many signs for hot dogs, hot pretzels, and honey roasted peanuts, hand-written messages tell passersby to call their mothers.
"A smiling face is a...beautiful mankind," reads another.
"Let's back to our childhood. There we used to mistake again and again. Some people used to forgive us over and over."
"Wake up! Re-start. U'll overcome this time."
The vendor says the signs bring people to him, inspire them to stop and talk. It's a good thing. "We're all turning into machines," he says, "in this system." It's a good thing to stop and connect.
And go call your mother. Which I did.
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