He wouldn’t.
I was stuck. I had to get to work tomorrow for 6am. I needed space for my tools. I knew it was fit to be scrapped but it was the only solution I could afford. Greensleeves played as I drove off.
My wife wasn’t impressed. My neighbours less so.
“Jesus, Paul, an ice cream van’s bad enough but can’t you turn the music off?”
I lowered then shook my head.