Reverse Cinderella

Up the street from my apartment is a hot dog stand (wurstelstand, to you German speakers). The food there is only so-so, but the place is open all night and is a popular hangout for people in the neighborhood. Today coming home in the late afternoon I saw her standing there as usual at this time of the day with a small bottle of beer in hand chatting with some of the regulars.

Whenever I see her, even if it’s from one day to the next, I am surprised she is not dead yet. Every time she looks wo...