A Saga of a 1956 Chevrolet Convertible - Page 3

Ice Cream Parlor

The line at the ice cream shop was long and it took him quite a while to return to his car. When he did, his worst fears were realized -- his car was gone.

He called the police and reported the theft and then went back and bought a quart of pistachio ice cream. About ten minutes later the police called him to say they had found the car abandoned near a gas station a few miles out of town.