Ah, the parents had to hurry to set up the stalls by the schools, yes? 😀
Actually, I think I have mentioned while in Quang Tri, going out many mornings to get Pho from a Vietnamese woman who sold it outside our front gate. Brought it on a bamboo carrying pole, soup on one side, a few bowls, chop sticks, and hot water on the other. When all the dishes were in use, you just had to wait. Then she would take the first used bowl and dump any leftovers on the ground, dip it in the hot water which got more and more greasy, and wipe it with a rag that got greasier every time.
Actually it wasn't as bag as it sounds, although it took me 3 or 4 mornings to really get comfortable with it. After that I never have it a second thought. And boy, was that woman a good cook of Pho. Nothing like what we get here in the States. Looking back I think she used bone soup too, again, not like in the States where you can flip a dime into the soup and tell if it came up heads or tails. 😛 And she definitely used a thicker noodle. Makes me hungry to think about it.