Back in 1984 or 85 we were living in Pomona Ca. and I had developed a new restaurant mag. called the Pomoma Menu. It was simply a glossy cover magazine with the only content being restaurant menus. Anyway, we use to shop at a discount club called price club, and one day outside the main entrance appeared a hot dog set up, I introduced my self to John and we became sort of fringe friends. During that friendship he told me the following story, He first approached Price club offering them $200 a month to let him set up a hot dog stand outside. They thought he was a kook and ignored him. He went back and offered $300, then $500 and so on. Finally, he said the manager didn't want to be bothered any more and decided to run him off once and for all. He told John he could set up if he paid $1200 (a sizable sum for 1985) a month. He would give him a 3 month contract as a try out period, with the provision that john bought all his supplies from Price club. So, for the next 3 months John sold a dog, canned drink, bag of chips and pickle strip for either $2.00 Or $2.50, I don't remember which. Somewhere around 3 months later or so, I noticed John no longer showed to run the stand. There was always someone else there, so I asked the girl where John was and her reply was that John no longer worked there.
Several years later I ran into John at the L A county fair. He had a custom bus type RV converted into a cinnamon bun bakery and he told me the rest of the story, It seems the store manager had noticed that John was buying 4000+ hot dogs per month plus drinks and chips. So, soon after his 3 month contract was over, the store decided to set up its own stand. This may be the first discount club store owned food stand in the country I'm nor sure.
But no need to feel sorry for John. The rig he had cost over $250,000, and he told me he was living in Hawaii he worked 31 days a year. 21 at the la county fair and 10 In Phoenix Arizona and netted over $300,00 a year with the greatest cinnamon rolls you ever tasted.
The gold is there. Sometimes we just have to dig through some gravel. This is a true story.
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