Mean tricks.

AZ Jim

R.I.P. With Us In Spirit Only
Ice cream truck goes up your street every day blaring his obnoxious tune. Not one kid on the block. You go out, hail him to stop, then approach the truck and ask him "what time is it?"

You have mean tricks? Spill 'em....
 

As a kid my folks both worked so they left a small cup of change in the cupboard at home for whatever. One day I took out about seventy-five cents and bought strawberry sundaes from the Good Humor guy, I went into our garage so no one would see me and as quickly as possible at all those sundaes. Sick? No dinner and I wanted to puke so bad all night...but alas...I did weather it.
 

The Good Humor man was always the highlight of our day. We lived in mortal fear that we couldn't run inside fast enough to beg money from Mom and get back out to the truck in time.

As if he were going to leave anytime soon.

I think we always went for the popsicles rather than the real ice cream products.
 
A guy I knew got a call from a telemarketer selling vinyl siding.

He let the caller rattle out his pitch, even asked technical questions and after a half hour told the caller if he didn't own a brick house he might have considered it.
 
When the Good Humor man came around, all the kids on the block would yell "Mike, the Bungalow Bar"! Then we'd beg our mothers for some money to buy something. My mother didn't always say yes, that's for sure, but when she did it was a real treat! I liked to get the Strawberry Longcake, my sister liked the Toasted Almond and I think my brother liked the Chocolate Eclair. I hated the Mr. Softee tune.

Funny...I remembered it as longcake.


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When bill collectors have called me I told them they had the wrong number and that I keep getting calls for that girl. Haha. They were calling for me, though. :)
 
S'interesting, (well tis to me) in UK we never called them "the good humour man" (with or without the U), just called it the Ice Cream Van. The ice creams were different as well, no strawberry cake, long or short, we had Tonibell, and Mr Whippy, (which sounds kinky), and Walls Icecream. The vans usually played Greensleeves, the sound of summer childhood.
 
You have mean tricks? Spill 'em....[/QUOTE]

My best fun lately has been with a couple of Jehova's Witnesses who saw me working in the driveway a few weeks ago, and decided to "visit". I was able to fully occupy them with religious discussions for almost 2 hours. By the time they finally decided to leave, they were getting pretty frustrated, and shifting around as if their Bladder was about to burst. I don't think they will be back.
 
S'interesting, (well tis to me) in UK we never called them "the good humour man" (with or without the U), just called it the Ice Cream Van. The ice creams were different as well, no strawberry cake, long or short, we had Tonibell, and Mr Whippy, (which sounds kinky), and Walls Icecream. The vans usually played Greensleeves, the sound of summer childhood.

The one that occasionally come around here during summer ''Tonibell'' Plays the ''O solo Mio'' tune ( Just one cornetto)
 
My best fun lately has been with a couple of Jehova's Witnesses who saw me working in the driveway a few weeks ago, and decided to "visit". I was able to fully occupy them with religious discussions for almost 2 hours. By the time they finally decided to leave, they were getting pretty frustrated, and shifting around as if their Bladder was about to burst. I don't think they will be back.

I get quite a few here too. I usually tell them flat out I am a atheist and ask if any of my "brethren" have ever knocked on their door, when they say No, I ask them to be as courteous with me as the atheists are to them.
 

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