Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Traditional fruit peddler now comes my way

I heard a ruckus Sunday morning and looked out the front door to see what the shouting was about.

The truck was moving too quickly and I was still in my pajamas, but Arthur Robertson, a traditional fruit peddler, was driving down my street. Otherwise, I would've run outside and bought a watermelon.

Now, it's happened two weekends in a row, so next time I'll be ready and have cash on hand.

(BTW - we also have an ice cream truck chiming a little tune that comes around)

No comments:

Post a Comment