Hoodlum in Hijab

no joke, i was sitting upstairs in my house.  heard the ice cream man, thought, cool- this neighborhood could use one more often.  then realized that the ice cream man was right in front of my house.  so i looked out the window- my dad was flagging him down.  my dad knew the ice cream man.  and then told him to pull into our driveway.  the ice cream man was in our driveway.  and my dad chatted him up for a few minutes, got some discounted ice cream too.  to add a drop to the already sagging jaw, a motorcyclist who was passing by *also* got flagged down by my dad (at the same time the ice cream man was in our friggin driveway), because well duh- my dad knew him too.

how bizarre.

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