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I don't know whether I should report this or not, but obviously I overcame my
qualms.
Until yesterday evening I had not stopped the popsicle truck since I was a
teenager, but last night mother and a neighbor were working in the yard (I was
supervising) and decided to get a cool one for each of them. When the truck
pulled over and the driver stuck his head out of the window, I had to do a
double take: I could have sworn it was Trevor.
I shook that notion off quickly, but then it got weirder. First because I
couldn't understand a word this guy said either. And, second, because he had
no idea what a "popsicle" was; I had to order by the explicit name on the side
of the truck (forget now what they call 'em these days).
It may be another forty years before I wave down another popsicle (or
whatever) truck again.
Jerry C. Adams
IBM System i Programmer/Analyst
B&W Wholesale
office: 615-995-7024
email: jerry@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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