I Dropped My Ice Cream.

It was a very hot and humid day, so when I heard the ice cream van playing it's jingly tune somewhere nearby, I grabbed a fiver out of my wallet and dashed out of the front door. I really fancied a Mr. Whippy. It started to melt quickly, so I licked the drips from the side. Then, Splat. On the path in front of me was a big dollop of ice cream with an inverted cone on top. The jingling started again and I looked round to see the pink vehicle drive off. I found religion at that moment. For long enough to ask God, why? Why did He do that to me? Then I lost it again; I remembered to be rational. I went home and took a bottle of beer out of the fridge.