The Popsicle Man

What happened to the popsicle man? Where is that truck that brought cool refreshing treats to our neighborhood during a hot summer day? There was the "Merry-go-round" song that sent you into a frenzy followed by the scrounging up of a quarter and then running like your hair was on fire to catch him down the street. Recently, I saw a fellow driving one of these popsicle truck rigs down a road near my home, and he was moving way too fast. What a rookie. There was no way he was going to sell any popsicles that way. Maybe the truck was just a cover for him delivering drugs. A real popsicle man goes ten miles an hour. Any faster, and you lose the little tikes who want a treat or an elderly person from getting their walker moving fast enough. Lastly, the popsicle man has to be a happy person. You can't be a grumpy jerk. Just because the "Merry-Go-Round song drives you nuts, you don't have to take it out on your patrons. Bring back the popsicle man. Maybe Amazon can start a new branch of their business.