Driving The Wienermobile – Could This Be The Best Job Anywhere?

As a child, I was swept up by the Oscar Meyer PR machine. I knew the words to the hot dog song, singing it in the bathtub and in bed when I couldnt sleep. I hummed it in my mind while Ms. Cole droned about math equations. And oh how I loved those tubular delights, filled with mysterious product that always had perfect consistency.

And then there was the day when I saw the Wienermobile slowly come down the street at the Nevada Day Parade. There was no going back. I graduated from wanting to be an Armor hot dog to wanting to drive the Wienermobile. Oh what rapture!

I have lived a great live, but somehow, still feel unfulfilled. It could be that my destiny still awaits.

The Wienermobile is 75 years-old this year, and the drivers blog about their adventures. The Hotdoggers Blog is full of some of the worst puns you can imagine, “driving the scenic krauts,” “meat ups,” “franks to my parents,” “just ketchup with me,” and “bun-filled nights”

One of the drivers, Brian, wrote about the day he pulled up in his driveway with the Wienermobile. I wonder what the neighbors thought.

When the Wienermobile comes to town, everyone is happy. On the contrary, Santa Claus scares some kids, with the long beard and crazy, twinkling eyes. And clowns don’t engender everyone with their cheap makeup and dimwitted stunts. But who’s afraid of a hot dog? The crazy concept has never really grown old, even with those enlightened adults who know the contents of frankfurters. Driving a Wienermobile has to be the best job in the whole world.

Wouldn’t it be great, if I arrived at my job or at a gathering and everyone was happy just because I showed. I wouldn’t have to impress anyone with my knowledge, skills, or looks. Old people would look at me, because I reminded them of happy days. To the young, I could bring joy and adventure.

Just like the driver of the Wienermobile. The luckiest person on earth.

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You can track the four Weinermobiles as they trek across the U.S.