Unregistered
May 31st, 2005, 04:45 PM
I'd had seven glorious months of relative quiet since fall set in—until the first warm day in April when you and your ubiquitous ice cream truck turned up again. And wouldn't you know it, as usual, you stop in front of my house with your music blaring. No longer can I hear the birds in the trees, the wind blowing through the back yard, the people at my table talking. I can't even hear myself think because "Turkey in the Straw" is roaring from your fucking ice cream truck. I've had stalkers more pleasant than you.
Last summer I tried asking you to turn the music down or maybe even to avoid this street corner, but you rudely pointed out that without your asinine tune cranked up to full blast, "the kids can't hear to come get their ice cream." I guess I don't give a shit. Let 'em run a little farther—they'll burn off some of the empty calories you're going to sell them. Not only does your "business" intrude on the solitude of my home, the one song you play over and over gets stuck in my head so that even when you're gone I'm tortured by your transient presence. You're probably not a bad human being, but the way you go about making money drives me up the fucking wall and ther'?s nothing I can do to escape it. All I can hope is that this year becomes the coldest rainiest summer in the history of Seattle and that you go bust due to lack of demand.
And yes, I'm still surprised that more ice cream truck drivers aren't shot.
Last summer I tried asking you to turn the music down or maybe even to avoid this street corner, but you rudely pointed out that without your asinine tune cranked up to full blast, "the kids can't hear to come get their ice cream." I guess I don't give a shit. Let 'em run a little farther—they'll burn off some of the empty calories you're going to sell them. Not only does your "business" intrude on the solitude of my home, the one song you play over and over gets stuck in my head so that even when you're gone I'm tortured by your transient presence. You're probably not a bad human being, but the way you go about making money drives me up the fucking wall and ther'?s nothing I can do to escape it. All I can hope is that this year becomes the coldest rainiest summer in the history of Seattle and that you go bust due to lack of demand.
And yes, I'm still surprised that more ice cream truck drivers aren't shot.