The Jello man parked his truck for the last time: "Got an order here to clear out the old lime jello and deliver the Xmas Cranberry jello, without added Dolores O'Riordan. Don't you guys ever clean house, Jeez, look at the state at this jello pit, rotten spuds,ugh, an old thong, possum crap, what do you do in there?
Well that's all the crud vaccuumed out and the new supply hosed in. Thanks for the offer of a retirement drink, a metaxas would go down nicely, thanks. Here's a "Jellos R Us" seasonal greetings card from the Management."
Whistling tunelessly ("Goin' down the road feelin' bad") he got in the truck and drove off into the sunset...
RtS (Goin' where the spreadsheets never go...)