When I was in junior high school* and high school sometimes the ice cream man would come around when school let out. He not only sold the usual assortment of ice cream bars, popsicles, and push ups; he also sold cigarettes and marijuana. My husband confirms that the ice cream men in his schools' vicinity sold likewise.
Anyway, now whenever I see an ice cream man I have this urge to ask him for a nickle bag. And that statement alone dates me.
The Fine Print: *We called it 'junior high' in my day. Now I guess it is known as 'middle school,' not to be confused with middle earth. And seriously, what quality of weed do you suppose the ice cream man sold? I'm betting not primo stuff. Stamp from Taylored Expressions, punch from Martha, and washi tape (the road) from you know, that company, dude.