How late can you buy ice cream in YOUR neighborhood?
Around here, it's 10:30 pm...
When I was a kid, the snow cone truck only came around once a day, and it was around 4:30... it was special, an event! Now that I live in the city, I get that "event" about 10 times a day. Literally. It starts at around 3 pm, when the kids get out of school, and it keeps going... and going... and going... just like the energizer bunny but with an annoying "HELLLLOOOOO" recording. Yeah, it really says "HELLO" as it goes around. And when it parks to dispense ice cream, the music continues to play. As for the last round at 10:30, I think it's because a lot of my neighbors have the munchies around then. Surely the kids would be in bed by then... yeah, right!
This afternoon as I was watering the hanging basket out front, two guys walked by chatting about the quality of the pot they had this week. Apparently it's ok, but next week's will be better because it's coming from somebody who is known for good stuff. Oddly there were no nicknames here... no slang beyond "pot"... unless they were actually talking about crack or heroin, that is. While I KNOW there are dealers in the neighborhood and I actually witnessed two deals go down on the street last night as I drove by, seriously, talking about it in front of me? That's just too much. They were probably hoping I was a new customer.
When I was a kid, the snow cone truck only came around once a day, and it was around 4:30... it was special, an event! Now that I live in the city, I get that "event" about 10 times a day. Literally. It starts at around 3 pm, when the kids get out of school, and it keeps going... and going... and going... just like the energizer bunny but with an annoying "HELLLLOOOOO" recording. Yeah, it really says "HELLO" as it goes around. And when it parks to dispense ice cream, the music continues to play. As for the last round at 10:30, I think it's because a lot of my neighbors have the munchies around then. Surely the kids would be in bed by then... yeah, right!
This afternoon as I was watering the hanging basket out front, two guys walked by chatting about the quality of the pot they had this week. Apparently it's ok, but next week's will be better because it's coming from somebody who is known for good stuff. Oddly there were no nicknames here... no slang beyond "pot"... unless they were actually talking about crack or heroin, that is. While I KNOW there are dealers in the neighborhood and I actually witnessed two deals go down on the street last night as I drove by, seriously, talking about it in front of me? That's just too much. They were probably hoping I was a new customer.