|Vintage Good Humor Truck (Photo credit: Adam Kuban)|
The Good Humor Man is now a page from nostalgia. In my neighborhood we now have bigger more rickety looking trucks with tawdry decals on the side advertising their array of goodies. Or there is an army of Mexican pushcart vendors who disperse on foot each morning throughout the neighborhoods surrounding a central ice cream dispensary.
I miss the neatness and dependable schedule of the Good Humor Man. He has gone the way of the milkman, the bread delivery truck, the dry-cleaning delivery service, and the Fuller Brush Man.
But never fear, the bad humor man is here. I occasionally come up with short humorous tweets when I get in a weird mood. Today here's a joke that wouldn't fit in a tweet. I think I made it up.
A guy goes to his doctor because of an infected leg. After the examination the doctor says, "Well, I've got some good news and I've got some bad news."
Fearful, the man asks, "What's the bad news?"
The doctor replies somberly, "I'm afraid there's nothing we can do to save your leg. We're going to have to amputate it."
"So what's the good news?" the guy asks.
The doctor beams, "We're having a two for one sale on amputations this week."
Hey, I'm wearing my summer shorts today. You should be happy you're just seeing the joke in print!
Did you have delivery services like ice cream trucks, milkmen, and dry cleaners in your neighborhood when you were growing up? Are there any of these types of businesses that come through your neighborhood now? Do you like slightly warped humor?