May 31, 2007

The ice cream man always cometh at the wrong time

Not too long ago, he came and I had no cash on me. The following day I made sure I stopped at the ATM. That evening, I sat outside on the Tinkerty Tonk veranda and waited. No ice cream man. No ice cream man for the next week. Finally, in desperation, I drove over to Baskin-Robbins and bought a gigantic hot fudge sundae.

Today, the ice cream man came by at around 3. I thought about indulging but decided that I didn't really want any. Now, I've finished dinner and I'm in the mood for a little something sweet. Baskin-Robbins, here I come.

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