Jonathan Becker was angry. Everything was going wrong; the fireworks were delayed, the juggler was rude, the face painter hadn’t brought enough colors, and the bouncy houses were leaking air. To make things even worse, the food carts were somehow running out of everything only an hour into the event. He stalked about the fairground in a brain-clouding fury, yelling at workers, vendors, and even random bystanders for any reason he could think of.
But when he got to the hot dog cart, things started to get weird.