I said all the ones I had met mate. I am glad you were not a miserable Ice Cream Man. I can imagine the chimes do your head in. My own half baked theory is its a combination of that, and days of dealing with spoilt kids umming and ahhing over a funny feet or fab for 10 minutes, sent them mad...
Every ice cream man I have ever known has been a miserable cnt. It is one of those jobs that you think you may need a jovial disposition for, but then find out that everyone who actually does it is a complete misanthrope like the punch and judy man from hi de hi.
this rule also applies to...