I was hanging out with the Lads a few days ago, and I heard a noise that resounded in my inner being: the ancient nursery rhyme tones of the Ice Cream Man. Hadn't heard that sound in years. I rallied the troops. "Tyler, catch that truck!", I screamed. I scream. You scream. We all scream for ice cream. I think this driver didn't get the concept that, when you're an ice cream truck, your SUPPOSED to be caught. I think the guy thought his name was Earnhardt or something. Anyway, Tyler flagged him down, and we had the rare privilege of paying a dollar a treat too much for ice cream. Didn't matter. The ice cream man brought us treats. Diamond Dave understood.Monday, October 13, 2008
Endangered Species: Ice Cream Truck
I was hanging out with the Lads a few days ago, and I heard a noise that resounded in my inner being: the ancient nursery rhyme tones of the Ice Cream Man. Hadn't heard that sound in years. I rallied the troops. "Tyler, catch that truck!", I screamed. I scream. You scream. We all scream for ice cream. I think this driver didn't get the concept that, when you're an ice cream truck, your SUPPOSED to be caught. I think the guy thought his name was Earnhardt or something. Anyway, Tyler flagged him down, and we had the rare privilege of paying a dollar a treat too much for ice cream. Didn't matter. The ice cream man brought us treats. Diamond Dave understood.
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There was a really cute Mr. Softee guy who drove the truck when I was a kid. He made the best strawberry milkshakes. Tasted like the ones at Sonic. Maybe even better. Ever try a Sonic Banana Milkshake? The best.
So what did you order?
They never left the midwest. Every summer in my town, Stan's Ice Cream sends out its fleet of rusty vans, driven by some rather suspect characters, to sell prepackaged frozen crap to kids. They continuously loop two songs: The Entertainer and Turkey in the Straw. Talk about driving me to drink...
Personally, I miss the milk man. He would let me ride with him in his truck while he delivered milk on my street (what mother would let her kid do that today?).
I got a Strawberry Shortcake, Tam. Tyler got a Bomb Pop, I think, and Taylor got an Italian Ice.
Cool story, John. I remember the milk man. We had a mettle box next to the door. I also remember a more trusting time, even though serial killers were about and that trust had started to fade. Well, I'm still glad for the ice cream man (though I'm not sure I'd want to be known as "Mr. Softee").
I didn't know that they still made Bomb Pops. Thats the red, white and blue popsicle that turns your lips and tongue purple, right? Sucking something and politics meet.
Yep, that's the one, John.
We have this ratty ice cream truck that prowls our 'hood. Since there are NO children anywhere near our neighborhood, and we've never seen anyone buy ice cream from him, we assume it's a front for selling drugs .... we refer to it as the "crack wagon."
I don't think Diamond Dave was ever accused of consuming too much ice cream, if you know what I mean.
There's an ice cream truck that runs through USF...and I'm pretty sure he's not selling ice cream either.
Cynical stuff, Chase and Star. There's a side mission on the Grand Theft Auto Vice City edition where you sell drugs out of an icecream truck. Art reflecting reality or reality reflecting art?
And speaking of ice cream trucks and drugs, lets not forget our favorite, Afroman!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=305vRNoofr8
Maybe we need an ice cream truck music video smackdown?
I liiike it. Okay, I'll need some more nominations.
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