A few weeks ago I started seeing an ice cream truck driving through our neighborhood. This kind of surprised me. I thought ice cream trucks were a relic of the past, much like newspaper boys and telephone operators. You know, things that are only remembered in modern society due to their presence in 1950’s sitcoms. I certainly don’t remember an ice cream truck ever coming through my neighborhood when I was a child (unless you count the Schwan’s man). In fact, I now have the same reaction to ice cream trucks that I have to male gym teachers and men dressed as Santa Claus: every time I see one I think “that has to be a pedophile.” I mean, why else would a person drive an ice cream truck?
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Written by on Tuesday, March 25, 2008 at 9:59 am (EDT) Tagged as: my-psyche |
April 1, 9:16 pm
Well, prior to reading your blog, I only hated the ice cream truck for the monotonous song that blares from the speakers as they drive through the neighborhood. However, now every time I hear that annoying song, I’m going to find my daughter and run inside to save her from the ice cream man.