your hot dogs! the vocal advertisement is augmented by the natural hunger of the individuals stomach to create a more stimulating effect.The vendor throws another hot dog onto the open grill. The smell of the cooking hot dog grows more dense around the cart. Slowly the smell curls away weaving through and wafting like a sinful temptress around the heads of the hungry lunch population. The devious airborne flavor arrives at the hungry individual brushing under her nose before being inhaled rapidly. Her body clicks into second gear and her stomach rumbles with the jolt. The combination of hearing and smelling are to much for the lady. She steps up her pace, moving through the crowded streets with a greater avarice than before. Above the crowd steam rolls into the air like an Indian smoke signal for food.As she approaches the corner of two streets the crowd pars around her revealing an aluminum cart with an umbrella being tended to by an aproned hot dog vender. At this moment a beam of light beats all odds by penetrating the smog enhanced clouds and radiates a brilliant natural aura around the vending cart. Sweet melodies come from an unseen chorus as the hungry individual steps closer to the hot dog stand. The hungry ladies vision is over powered. Everything surrounding the cart blurs and desaturates. The large block lettering of Hot Dogs pops out from a red and yellow back ground so saturated it almost bleeds on to the aluminum carapace of the vending cart. Clusters of big city lunch culturalist are scattered around the cart eating their unique combination of toppings heaped onto a swollen hot dog. The sight of the fellow food fiends indulging in their hot dogs servers as a testament to the satisfaction the lady will receive from purchasing a freshly grilled wiener. The neurons of her brain fire with vision induced images of a utopian society where no stomach goes without a hot dog and relish. Third gear. Her stomach...
