Mr. Musical Ice Cream Truck Driver Guy!
On those hot, muggy summer days, nothing causes heads to turn quicker than the sound of your approaching magical musical truck. You are the one who always seems to be there right when we need you, even if we didn't really feel like having ice cream in the first place.I don't want any...ok, yes I do!
Yours is the only vehicle that causes parents to encourage their children to run out into the middle of the street. Because they realize those frozen rainbow rocket pops waiting inside your freezer are the only things that will shut their screaming kids up for the next ten minutes.
Here's two bucks, go buy a rocket pop!
But it's not just kids that are drawn like rats to Peter Piper's Pipe by your hypnotically repetitive song. Even though we won't admit it, we've all pushed a snot-nosed brat out of the way to reach your magical window.
Out of my way, kid!
You also don't care that your Super-Deluxe-Sponge-Bob-Square-Pants-Popsicle with gumdrop eyeballs will send most of us either running guiltily for the scale to count calories or dashing to the toilet to relieve our lactose-intolerant bowels. Because you know we'll come back. We always come back.I scream for ice cream!
So, thank you for driving slowly down the street today, oh peddler of overpriced push-pops. And, don't worry. That hat doesn't make you look silly.
Mr. Musical Ice Cream Truck Driver Guy!
Disclaimer: This post in no way endorses advertising for or drinking of Bud Light...because, frankly, it tastes like pee. And yes, the $2 ice cream sandwich Sonja and I shared was scrumptuous!
