Mystery only partly solved

[vvvexation]

Apparently that bike horn that I've been hearing across the street most afternoons doesn't belong to a small child as I'd assumed, but to a guy walking down the street with a shopping cart that has bags of something orange hanging from it. Presumably he's selling the orange stuff, and thus using the horn in an icecreamtruckish fashion (I have to say, I rather prefer even crappy music to this more distracting honking), but from this distance I can't figure out what on earth it might be. Cheesy popcorn, maybe? It's the right size but the wrong color for cotton candy.

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[deyo.livejournal.com]

When shanex lived in Tustin, there was a guy who wandered through every night or two, honking his little bicycle horn, selling fresh steamed corn.

Andy resisted the urge to shout, "Sell drugs!" out the window. He actually bought corn from the guy once. As he puts it, "No I never said it out loud. At least not loud enough for them to hear. And I frequently bought corn. So I wan't being a good capatalist."

[vvvexation.livejournal.com]

*snort*