While attending the Buccos game on Saturday night a soft pretzel vendor walked our section at one point. He was young. One of the youngest vendors I’ve ever seen at the park. I’m a horrible judge of age, but let’s say early twenties.
He stood on the steps about five feet below our aisle seats with his pretzel box resting on his head and waited for someone to buy a pretzel. He scanned the crowd intently, hoping to see a hand pop up.
Get yer pretzels here!
He then marched up the steps a bit of ways until he was standing three steps above our seats. I figured he had given up and was on his way to another section where maybe the people weren’t so prejudiced against soft pretzels.
Then he put his pretzels down, put one leg up like Captain Morgan and proceeded to belt out an AC/DC tune at the top of his lungs. Like he felt it.
T-N-T! I’M DYNAMITE!
TNT! And I’ll win the fight! TNT! I’m a power load! TNT! Watch me explode!
And just like that, I was a fan. And just like that, he sold half a dozen pretzels to appreciative fans.
Who is this dude? I tried to hunt him down, but I never found him again. I’d love to know his name.
Just in case he’s the next Kenny.