Now that I’ve got the humped pelican sufficiently explained, here’s another sign that gave me a snort:
Because nothing is worse than itinerant ice cream!
It was 3º Celsius with an icy wind while we were walking around Greenwich, and I can assure you that ice cream was the last thing on our minds. Yet there was a kiosk just outside the Greenwich Observatory, with a sign out front advertising — yes, ice cream! Londoners must be made of much sterner stuff than us folks from the Algarve. Down here it’s impossible to get an ice cream in the cafés this time of year, because they don’t take deliveries of it.
Maybe we need itinerant ice cream sellers.