When I was a kid growing up in the Montreal Quebec area there was a smallish local dairy called "Purity". They made the nice little ice cream cups as well as my favourite "fudgsicle" . Now we are not talking a chocolate and water popsicle . . . this was a rich creamy affair that was much like chocolate ice cream on a stick. My buddies and I would scour the neighbourhood to find pop bottles to take back to the store for 2 cents each to pay for such treats. Ah nostalgia.
My old friend Freddy's first summer job was as a Good Humor man in Central Park back in '74. On his first day, a gang of kids robbed him of his proceeds, all of his remaining stock, and, for good measure, threw a lit M80 into the cart, destroying it. He was fired. His next job had a similarly unfortunate ending. He was an orderly at Brookdale Hospital and had to wheel a patient from the recovery area to his room. As he gathered the man's belongings, he innocently said, "Sir, where's your other slipper?" The man went apoplectic and they had to call for the crash cart as it appeared that he was going into cardiac arrest. Turns out he had just had his leg amputated. Once again, he was fired.