My first day as ice-cream man

I had to inventory the truck (a brown Dodge once used by the US Mail, a bit smaller than a Transit, perhaps) and then order some more to supplement the stock. I hate inventorying trucks. Steve helped me with the order. By the time I had finished, the freezer was a bit of a mess. Different lines all jumbled up with each other so I couldn’t tell what was where.

Driving to my route was a bit hair-raising. I was terrified not only of my big truck – LHD – but also of the cars whizzing past the windows on the left and right. However I made it to my route, getting neither lost nor killed in the process. The hard part came when I had to systematically cruise down each street. Even with the help of a map I kept on retracing my steps and kids would say “Hey mister, how come you came down here a whole buncha times?”

Presumably I also missed out lots of roads too. I sold about $38 worth of ice-cream. Bit depressing and embarrassing but only my first day after all.