You don't think of Ice Cream as being something that would induce stress.  I got to thinking about ice cream when an ice cream van pulled out in front of me as I was walking back from a cash machine.  You see, the weather is good and ice cream men might well be making a fortune right now.  They'll be waking up every morning and fist pumping the air as they open their bedroom curtains.  If they're good business people then they'll be able to estimate how much money they'll acquire on any given day.  Rainy days are bound to be stressful.  You'd be heading out to the van and wondering if there's even any point in starting it.  You'd be cursing the skies and every watery drop falling from it.

Of course warm days might bring with it the prospect of ice cream van turf wars.  You might drive to a popular car park and find another ice cream van there.  You might know the offender and seethe because the car park is closer to your home than it is to his (or hers).  You'd be rationalising with yourself that you would have too much class to cross onto their area and ply your trade.

Fist fights are bound to be rare though, despite any internal rage.  Try though I might, I can't imagine two ice cream men kicking the lining out of one another in a public car park.  There might be something passive-aggressive, like pouring a bucket of stale urine over the side of their vehicle, or sticking a potato up the exhaust pipe, but nothing overtly violent.

The point is that nothing is easy.  Nobody knows what someone has to deal with in their daily life, no matter how easy it seems.  Having thought through it, even in the brief way that I have, I don't think I would like to be an on-the-road ice cream slinger.