Well when I first started working a summer job at the age of 16/17, I had the honour of selling hotdogs outside the Molson Amphitheatre on concert nights.
My buddy was my supervisor and he used to cook the inventory books so we used to make out with like $150 cash by the end of the night, it was fucking great. What SUCKED about that job was that our grill was one of the worst you could imagine, with a tiny ass flame. We had to boil the hotdogs/sausages before we threw them on the grill, it was that bad lol
We'd have lineups a mile long and after a rock concert you can imagine how drunk/irritated these people in line were. One time after a Motley Crue show there was one guy in particular who was berating me while I had the hotdogs boiling, it literally took 5-8 minutes to serve one person.
This guy looked like Roy Nelson, only he was fucking hammered. He would scream in my face over and over, "ROOOOOOOOOOKIEEEEEEEEEEEE", I could only laugh. I didn't want to be a "veteran" hot dog vendor by any means.
Still, that was a fucking fun job for 2 summers. We made a shitload of cash by selling hotdogs at $4 a piece x 12 per box. We'd sell 3 boxes for ourselves, and about 10 for the company.
Lots of weed and booze for me those days.