The Glass Man (0)

A regular day in the life of an ice cream man isn't as easy as it sounds. Before you go around blasting music, you need to check your tools. To make sure everything is in working order. Imagine how disastrous it would be if your spouts didn't want to churn out any more ice cream! All you get is some sputters of curdled milk. That won't do. That won't do at all. That's why you do it the way Daddy Afton taught you, and hit it hard. Repeatedly. Anything will do. Your foot, a wrench, whatever it is on your person. Keep hitting it. Until it's working again. And the darndest thing happens. The spouts go back to work, with nary a complaint! Every single time. It's the silliest thing, but it works.

When those are in working order, you check the soda station. Is the root beer circulating correctly? How about the CPU, are the temps fine? These things matter, folks. Especially when you run the risk of overheating. A busted circuit can be a major problem in the middle of a hot summer day. A little thermal paste and some ice packs do the trick, and let you skimp on air conditioning.

Then you come to the scooper. An important part of every thinking man's collection, and William Howard Afton is quite the thinker. You don't want something too big, nor something that leaves the customer unsatisfied. That's why you grab the medium one on your shelf. It will do just fine. This one's name is Jeremy, it says so on the tag.  This will do just fine.

The final touch, is to lug in the ice cream barrels. They store about twenty to twenty five pints worth of ice cream in there. These are quite heavy, so you need to roll it up the ramp on it's side, like Donkey Kong. And befitting the eponymous great ape, you've selected Banana Lover for the stock  selection today. Along with Choco-Pecan, Grape Ape, and of course, Mint Chocolate. These flavors will accompany your cooler of stored homemade cream goodies, like ice cream sandwiches, Popsicles, and more. There is something for everybody here.

Satisfied, you climb into the driver's seat and put the pedal to the metal, driving to another neighborhood some miles from your home. Slowing down, you start the music. The Circus Baby jingle blares from your vehicle, and as you see a child run out of his house waving his hands furiously,  you stop the truck. And wait.