It’s Ice Cream Season, Inner Peace Might Have To Wait ‘til October

I’m working at an ice cream truck parked near a busy beach promenade. I’m serving a steady line of customers on a hot day when a woman marches up to the window, glaring.

Customer: “Are you aware that your jingle is far too loud? I could hear it from three blocks away while I was meditating!”

Me: “Oh, sorry about that.”

Customer: “And you’ve got children running around like wild animals because of it. It’s practically inciting a sugar riot!”

Me: *Gesturing to the ‘Ice Cream’ sign, the giant cone statue, and the thirty-plus kids in line.* “Yeah… children tend to riot when they see ice cream. It’s sort of the business model.”

Customer: “Well… stop it! Turn it down!”

Me: “Sorry, but if I stop playing the jingle, I lose my tiny, sticky fanbase.”