"My god, Eddy, will you just shut up? This isn't going to work. No one is going to pay money for ice."
"But it's not just ice! It's 'Eddy's Snowcone Spot!'"
Yes. Barely three days in my new home, and I've found one of Eddy's main - if not only - quirks. He liked money. But not just any money. He seemed to have some bizarre obsession with quarters. No matter how hard or easy the set-up was, everything cost a quarter. And of course, he wasn't going to be providing a quality product. Are you insane? His latest venture was snow cones. They were, quite simply, crushed up ice that was dyed with food coloring. Oh, sorry, 'flavor drops'. Seriously?
I was not going to be here for this. "I'm leaving. I am going to go into my air conditioned room and watch television. And eat a fudge pop. Goodbye!"
Frankly, I was somewhat disappointed. This was the best choice of friends the neighborhood had to choose from? Almost everyone else was either mean, young, or even stranger…if that was possible. So I was stuck with either three Eds or loneliness.
