Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Ice Cream's Rite of Passage


I love Ice Cream. What I love even more is to hear the Ice Cream Truck. I can usually place them at three blocks. I can hear it at 5 if the kids aren't being too loud. I believe that buying Ice Cream from the Ice Cream Man is a Rite of Passage. Hubby even lets me buy the kids all the Ice Cream I want. Mainly because the Ice Cream Truck never comes down my street. He will visit the streets above me, to the side of me, and even below me. But he never comes onto my street. That's not true, our first summer here I saw the Ice Cream truck right out front of my house but I had no money. So I went out and told the guy to come back again tomorrow and that I would buy all my kids ice cream if he did. He's never been back since. WHY? I know that it might look like I live on a dead end street but I really don't. I even live in a neighborhood with lots of kids, I prime stop for the Ice Cream truck, but to no avail. I guess I'll just have to go down and buy the Ice Cream for cheaper down at the grocery store. Wish I didn't have to.

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