Well, I guess I think this is a little messed up. It's March 4th, it's 50 degrees outside, and there's an ice cream truck toodling it's way through the neighborhood. I started thinking, "what's up with that?" when I realized what was up with that. In tough times, I suppose if I had an ice-cream truck franchise, I'd be hittin' the streets as soon as I thought I might at least make gas money back.

Little bit scary, that.