…is not my friend. But that doesn’t stop it from hanging around hoping, no matter how sick or tired I am. I’ve tried ignoring it. Doesn’t work. Damn thing can’t take a hint. I think I’ll try being mean next.
Wish me luck.
Oh, and for the record, I don’t really hate the ice cream truck. I just wish it weren’t audible four blocks away and didn’t hang around our corner for fifteen minutes at a time…and didn’t use a bad midi (not redundant) version of “La Cucaracha” to attract customers. Okay, maybe I do hate it a little.