it's been warm here lately, and the other night at dinner we heard the all too familiar summer sound of the ice cream man.
i grabbed olive, my spare change and bolted out the front door. i have so many great childhood memories of buying ice cream from the cheery man in his little white truck, and i was excited to share that sweet memory with my baby girl.
we ran from street to street stopping occasionally to listen and locate the adorable little freezer truck that I had pictured in my mind.
as we turned the corner of a neighboring street we found him, but he was NOT AT ALL what i remembered.
sketchy minivan with an ice cream poster and crummy speaker taped to the hood. i was horrified. i almost turned around and walked the other way, but i had built it up so much with the chase that i didn't have the heart to disappoint olive now. i hesitantly walked up to the scary van and was greeted by a man that was equally scary. half a mouthful of teeth, and let's just say he could have benefited from a bigger shirt=gross picture in my head.
i handed over my dollar and walked olive home dreamsicle in hand completely deflated. it wasn't quite the experience i was going for.
were ice cream men always creepy, i just didn't know it as a kid, or is this a new industry for ex-cons?
1 comment:
A new industry for cons. Ours is scary too!! And he doesn't even have ice cream music...it sounds more like a cow bell.
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