The ice cream man cometh...

Something is not right with the ice cream man who drives his zippy little truck through my neighborhood.

What's the problem?

He comes around every night at 5 p.m.

Seriously. That's just mean.

"But mom, why can't I get ice cream?"

"Because it's dinner time. That's why."

Stupid ice cream man.

He should be driving through my neighborhood at 7 p.m. every night. Then maybe he'd get some business. Because really, he never stops. No one buys any ice cream.

Stupid ice cream man.

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