Wednesday, July 4

you know you're getting old when...

...the one thing that made summer the bestest thing ever is now the FREAKING BANE OF YOUR NOW-MISERABLE EXISTANCE. What is this tool of pure evil? This incessant proof that there is nothing good left in this world (yarn and puppies and coffee excepted)?

THE FREAKING ICE CREAM TRUCK.

That's right. The ice cream truck. Not too long ago (okay last summer) I still enjoyed this personal yummy delivery system. I even tolerated the midget people that tried to get in my way and cut in front of me in line. But now? IT'S ON, ICE CREAM TRUCK MAN.

I CAN ONLY TAKE SO MANY HOURS OF 'OH SUZANNAH' AND 'JOY TO THE WORLD' (seasonal relevance, anyone?) BEFORE ALL MY SUMMER GOODWILL IS SPENT AND THE ICE CREAM TRUCK MUST DIE.

Oh, and let's ignore the fact that NONE of the kids in the neighborhood ever buy ice cream. But really. Moral of this post?

THE ICE CREAM TRUCK MUST DIE.

Fin.

2 comments:

  1. i hate when the stupid idiot decides to drive slowly down the busy street we live on, and ring his freaking bell, so kids run into the busy street so they can get their over-priced sugar high!

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  2. I know! It's reeeediculous. I'm at the end of my street but still there are two streets that curve around behind my house so there's no escaping this servant of a sugary satan. Argh.

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