The Tortured Tomato

This is the view from poor Paula’s window. Every day, the ice cream truck idles out in front of our place for hours because we live across the street from a school. And all day, Paula watches people happily scarfing down ice cream cones, sundaes, and the Super Mario Brothers pop with the gum nose. But she never gives in.

Can’t say the same for our landlord, whom I see giving in nearly every day.