Oy! Get your dirty fingers out of my soup!

Here I was, mowing the lawn with my resurected lawnmower, minding my own business and not being intrusive in any way in anybody's life, when an ice cream truck drove by my house and stopped in front. I didn't notice at first because I was too busy trying to chop that rebellious twig that just wouldn't cooperate, but after a while, I heard a voice...
"Hey, kiddo! Come over here, would'ya!"
I look around___ no kids. I look at the truck driver, and he's staring at me, waving me to come closer. What the f.... kiddo?? I almost yelled back "What? You need help changing your diaper, old fart?" But somebody way smarter than me once told me that I should control my reactions... So I approached the vehicule calmly.
"You really should use an electric lawnmower, with gas prices gone up and all"
To which I replied:
"Have you considered using an ice cream bicycle, with gas prices gone up and all?"
He looked at me with an empty stare, trying to figure out what just happened, as I walked back to my lawn. I heard a faint "Tabarnac!", then an engine roar, and he was gone.
Just thought I'd share that with you...

Tata!