In the late 80s and early 90s, the Tampa Bay Area was home to a controversial cottage industry: thong-wearing women selling hot dogs from mobile carts along busy roadways.
“This is something only red blood locals remember and my dad used to call them all ‘Tits McGee’,” says local historian Dick Ruse. “My dad used to stop at these places when I was a kid,” reminisced underwear-and-hot-dog enthusiast John J. Murray of Dunedin.
I dated some of these women during that time. Let’s find out what they’re up to now!
This relationship ended badly. Marla has moved on from the hot dog biz and now enjoys smoking cigarettes which is something she started just before we broke up but that’s none of my business nor my fault.
I thought Wendy was The One. Wendy did not feel likewise. Now she frightens children in her neighborhood.
Karla (or maybe it was Carla)
Whatever her name is, when she moved out she said she wanted to get as far away from me as possible. She’s still in basically the same line of work, selling apples from a cart in a small village in Estonia.
Tina is another one who wanted to get out of Tampa after we broke up. I’m not sure it was necessary to actually turn into a Chinese woman to live in China, but hey, live your best life, honey.
Sandi really took it to the extreme and is now a Chinese man. “I always was, silly”, he says. That can’t possibly be true, could it? No, of course not. Although I guess technically it’s possible. Whatever. I don’t care. That doesn’t say anything about me.
I guess what I’m saying is that I’m a catch.