I live a block from the park. From the first warm day to the last warm day every year the ice cream truck trolls the park for children. I can hear the repetitive music from the ice cream truck from my house -- from the front porch, from the back yard, from inside if the windows are open.
The tune gets stuck in my head. And the words get stuck in my head: "With their hands in their pockets and their pockets in their pants, all the little fishies do the hoochie koochie dance..." Ad infinitum! ALL summer! EVERY year!
If I were the ice cream truck driver, I'd be SLITTING MY WRISTS about now! And it's only MAY!
You'd think they could have Tuesday music. And Wednesday music. And maybe some Rolling Stones or something!
Can you mail-order a bazooka?
AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sunday, May 31, 2009
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