So there I was, sitting in my living room, having just gotten off the phone with DJVolvo. It was 8:05 pm, and wafting in from the windows came the hugely satanic sounds of an ice cream truck playing Music Box Dancer…so very creepy. I am sure that the driver looked like Leatherface.
Still, I had an inexplicable urge to run outside and get a treat…all hail Pavlov and Classical Conditioning!
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