The ice cream lady is taking delivery of tables and chairs from a huge truck driven by a smiling nervous Korean man. She is telling some old patio resident that the building has a new owner, and that she spent $28,000 $43,000 on an electrical transformer.
The scents of doom and of Fudgy the Whale are heavy in the air.
Oh wow the truck driver just got her to give him a “tip”.
she is .com-ing her business and does not even know it.
I feel bad for people like that, even though she is a bad reminder of the 80’s and wears the uglist hat evar.
they better not touch the mini table and…mini chairs?
those make me envision a twilight zone episode in which hapless victims who enter the ice cream shop sit in the chairs and become ice cream gnome zombie child slaves forever
i need a drink, or something
(to the sound of zBRAINS! BRAINS!) STRAWBERRY SHAKE! STRAWBERRY SHAKE!
Ahh who am I kidding, if I could convince Diane to take over that SF Agency on the 2nd loor, I’d likely never leave.
Have you met my friend, Talking Tina?
For once it seems I got out just in time.
Sea Biscuit in the 9th? 🙂