I came outside for a cup of tea and to read my book in peace from the young children which tormented me with their teddys and hot wheels.

Then, out of nowhere, a capitalist came blaring the sound of frozen & flavored milk on a stick. Yes. Twas the ice cream man - or in this case lady. 

Children - mine included - sprinted from all directions in an onslaught of dollars and coins looking for their dose of sugary frozen milk. And then the capitalist and her machine sat there.. with the music blasting about the area more came. A line as long as the Mississippi. 

20 minutes have gone by and I descend into madness even unto this moment as the tunes of the capitalist continue to slam against my ear drums - the joy and excitement of children converted into sudden jolts of laughter and screaming. Whilst my thumb lay guarding my page waiting for the silence I looked for to return.