At the end of the afternoon I took down the banners and headed to 40/8th. I worked the corner like a tired old tramp, trying to make chump change. The two most interesting parts of the stretch coincided. A keen-eyed friend who had met me earlier in the afternoon spotted me and hung around for a while to keep me awake. While he was there an undercover cop (a very HANDSOME undercover cop, thank you) flashed me his badge and told me that there had been a complaint against me. I'd been reported for throwing ice cream in people's faces. What the? I asked him if he was serious, and he lifted up his shirt to show me his bullet-proof vest and various wires. He was just yanking my chain. It was a damned good joke on his part.
The day is now over, and my right wrist is killing me from pulling down the handle. I've always had a lame wrist; about 10 years ago I had to have surgery on it to alleviate various problems. I learned to use a computer mouse with my left hand, and it's time to do the same with ice cream cones. Starting tomorrow, I make them lefty. God help us all, there are going to be some weird looking cones for a day or two!