“Where is the ice cream?, he asked, as he walked into the den. “In the washing machine. Where do you think it would be?”, she answered. Grumbling, he headed off to the refrigerator to get his chocolate chip fix. Settling into his easy chair, he was finally happy to get what he wanted.
Where are you looking for customers?
They’re right there; every day and every night.
Is anybody telling them about the ice cream.