I flipped off the ice cream truck lady.
She’s been driving around for like, since forever. Everyday. That. Damn. Noise. I wish I could type what it sounds like, but I can’t. But it’s every day. For hours. You can hear it from ten blocks away.
Today she hit my street, and sat there for like 30 minutes in front of the house a couple down. There are no kids here! What are you, the child catcher from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang? It’s mostly senior citizens and single working adults around here. There are no children for you to snare and I don’t see my oxygen tank wearing neighbors pushing their walkers out here.
So she pulls up right in front of my house. And sat there, with the noise turned up. After at least five minutes…
I went out there. “There are no children here. Do you see children? You aren’t going to sell anything here. Could you turn that down, it’s extremely annoying.”
“I can do whatever I want on the street, SIR.”
“I can do whatever I want in my yard MA"AM.”
Then I flipped her off.
She drove away. Slowly, with the music still playing. But at least she left.
I’m a jerk, aren’t I?