My father phoned a few minutes ago; says he was delivering mail at Carvel and the woman working there was complaining about being understaffed. He mentions that I have been looking for a job and she asks if I have any experience. He says, "Oh yes - she loves ice cream." Bahaha. The woman gave him an application and says that when it's time for her to talk to me, she'll just hire me. It'll do for now.