Monday, 12 March 2007
The man with the van
Coming out of the Business School this pm, and on my way to the library, I saw an ice cream van. What is it about spring weather (at its best) that has you smiling at daffs and making a dash for the 99? And what is it about the really rather ‘inferior’ ice cream and the not quite a flake flake that combine together so wonderfully? The van man had lollies too. It is almost enuf to make you want to go into work, safe in the knowledge that he will be back, his sole mission to entice your tongue around the whirls of soft ice cream and feel the cloying sweetness slip down your throat. Sauce and nuts optional.
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Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to be on first name terms with the ice-cream man by the end of the week.
I bet it's Mario or Dario!
Mission accepted! And I bet his name's Pete, Dave, Mark or Tyrone or even Rocky...but it sure as hell won't be a Mario or a Dario...if it is I'll have nuts and sauce!!!
You have the advantage of having seen the bloke!
You DO have a penchant for small dark men though!
Errr, my man is 6ft 5 square...
He is the exception that proves the rule!
I refer you to your 'leanings' in earlier blog entries!
Eysh, the comment gremlin follows me even here.
Anyway. Bet he's called Bob.
My brother was an ice cream man van for a while, even in a hot climate he didn't make enough to pay the rent, groceries, etc. It was nice to have cash every day, but it just wasn't enough, and he worked 10 hours a day at it, besides.
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