After the last post, I feel that perhaps I stepped on a few toes. (Hopefully you will get to keep your toenails though, unlike the time that I wore a new pair of shoes for 12 hours one night. Consequently, the next day I woke up and my big toenails were a light blueish color. The next month they were officially dead and I had to remove them from the nail beds myself. Sorry for that if you have a weak stomach.) So, I figured that I would touch upon a lighter subject for Friday, in preparation for the weekend, you know. Everyone likes Fun Fridays, right?
So, The Cob has a new resident. Some would call him 'The Ice Cream Man', but I would call him the "Skeevy Child Predator????" (The question marks are crucial):
I took this photo as we were in route, so that shiny stuff is the reflection from John's window. Anyway, this guy drives slowly up and down the streets of the Cob with his creepy tinker-toy type music blaring in hopes to lure some children to his minivan. This guy doesn't even have a truck!!! It is a MINIVAN!!! With the word CANDY emblazoned on the side. You can't get creepier than that. I do have to give him props that he has Bomb Sticks, Pink Panthers, Choco Tacos, Push Pops, and my personal favorite Screw Balls (the cone shaped cup with the bubble gum ball in the bottom).
Anyway, I can't decide if I should be creeped out, or be really excited. Surely a child predator wouldn't be so blatantly obvious, right? Then again, what am I worried about? I don't have kids. Hmmm. I feel so torn. Like Natalie Imbruglia. Or Creed.