It's a cold, quiet rainy afternoon and the Mr. Softee truck is driving around my neighborhood, playing that creepy, creepy song. It sounds like an antique music box being wound by a ghost. I'm baffled by its apparent success as a marketing tool.
How's that for a comeback?
4 comments:
Cousin, I think that ice cream truck drivers must all secretly be insane.
Especially those cats. The ice cream truck (which, by the way, one of your uncles used to drive) is an anachronism. Go to the dang store and stop haunting me with that music.
I'm trying to get the correlation of the pic with the post. call me crazy but I just don't seem to be able to make it work.
You don't see? The space in the photograph is clearly haunted ... as is the antique shop in which the ghost winds his music box.
Really now, was that so difficult?
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