Popsicles and Pesticide

Sometimes the stories I hear about housing rehab are so funny that I have to pass them on.

Two members of my team were out looking at houses one afternoon when a man came in to spray for bugs. He knew the real estate agent and they chatted for a bit before the exterminator started spraying insect poison in the room. My teammates were shocked that he sprayed while they were all standing in there so they ran out to avoid the fumes. Soon, the exterminator also left the house, walked over to the ice cream truck he was driving and shoved the pesticide and sprayers inside the back of the truck.

My colleagues stopped and gaped. "He doesn't sell ice cream out of that truck does he?" one asked.

" 'Course he does," came the reply. And to the exterminator the agent called out, "Say, did you ever get that freezer fixed?" He gestured toward the truck.
"Yeah. She's humming now." The exterminator/ice cream man climbed in and drove off.

I've heard of the ice cream man doing double duty as a pedophile or a drug dealer, but as an exterminator? Out of the same truck?! Ewwww....