Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Dear Ice Cream Man


Here in NYC February 9th may be a little too soon to continuously circle my block while chiming your ever so familiar tune. It made me feel uneasy and dazed, much like a bear who's awoken before the end of its hibernation. This is not the season for children to be running down the street, dollars in hand, ready to sample your wares. I spent my whole life building a tolerance for your music and that tolerance only lasts a few months. If you start now, then by May I'll be at my breaking point with you.

You're pushing it Ice Cream Man, chill out.

Unless you were one of those ice cream trucks that secretly sell pot. After doing a little research I was amazed at how many times Ice Cream Men got busted for selling marijuana. I mean, a brightly colored truck, blaring annoying music and surrounded by children doesn't sound like the most covert operation.

If you think about it, the Mailman should sell pot. The amount of clients, plus the outstanding distribution speed, would equal a one of a kind operation.

(Photo by CC)

*UPDATE - Just looked up Mailmen that have been busted for selling pot, there are plenty.

2 comments:

soapy t said...

the super at my office building just got fired from being arrested for selling pot while on the clock. i used to work with a guy that had coke delivered via fed ex. i hate ice cream men. i get them in suburbia where you have to walk miles to the grocery store to get treats, but in new york city you can get choco tacos or ice creams on sticks at any corner store.

Heath said...

My flower Lady was named Linda, and she got me through High School with her side-of-the-road bouquets... I miss her.