Letter To The Ice Cream Man

Dear Ice Cream Man,

First of all, I had no idea you still existed. I thought you had been done away with years ago because of the growing fear that you were a kidnapper and child molester... so yeah, good for you for still being in business.

I remember when I was a child and the ice cream man would come rolling through the neighborhood. All of us kids would run after him and he would stop, full of glee and the anticipation of customers, only to find that none of us had any money (heehee).

Anyway, it's March, it's hot, it's a great time to be out selling ice cream, I agree. But could you please play SOMETHING other than "Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer" next time you come through?

Yours,
Edith Annith