LOUD
I Scream, You Scream
One January day a total stranger played a mean joke on me. I was standing at a bus stop during a snowstorm. Then I heard it. Did I just teleport myself to the southern hemisphere? Did I enter a time machine and fast forward six months? As the lady next to me scrambled in her purse, the familiar tune was getting louder. Finally, she fished out her cell phone and the melody ended.
Her cell phone ring? The ever-so-familiar Ice Cream Truck Song. You know the one! You look forward to it every single day in the summer.
The first bar of the melody brings first a sense of joy.
Yippie!
Then a little panic. Where's my money? Once you grab a couple of loonies, you fly out the door thinking,
"What will I have today? Will it be a cone? Sundae? Shake? Slushie? Sprinkles? Chocolate sauce or butterscotch?"
So many choices - nearly one for every day of summer.
Here's a book about someone who spends a little too much time thinking about whether to share his ice cream.
Posted by Cilantro in "Outside Stuff"
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