A pleasant run

What happens when you set out to run around dinner time in a Suburban neighborhood? You get to run side by side with the Ding-a-ling man!

I went four miles with this music in my head, but it also had this QUACK QUACK during pauses. I found the whole experience humorous and felt having an ice cream pace car was a karmic attribute to my Tuesday run. Now, if I only had money to get a popsicle!