Did Someone Scream for Ice Cream?

It's early April, the temperatures are still barely above 40 degrees during the day, yet for the past two days an ice cream truck has been driving down my street with the usual musical serenade. With most kids still in school or in after-school programs, I'm not exactly sure who the target market is. The few housewives and freelancers around here haven't exactly been beating a path to the truck as it drives past. I could've easily blocked the tune from my mind...if the song it plays wasn't frequently punctuated with the voice of a girl saying "hel-looo." This hello isn't like the questioning hello of someone answering the phone or the singsong hello of someone ringing a doorbell. It sounds more like the hello a drag queen might give before following it up with "bitch!" Unfortunately, this truck isn't nearly as interesting or entertaining. Not only that, but this same truck - or one with the same music - spent all of last summer driving by three or four times a day. What I wouldn't give for some variety in the music. Turkey in the Straw, please!

Comments

[Ron Newman]

But there was a LONG line of people waiting for free ice cream at JP Licks in Davis Square tonight, despite temperatures in the 40s.

[Jen M.]

Heh. That same kind of truck goes through my neighborhood - Miguel Frosty, it proudly proclaims on the side. Only Miguel doesn't stop at "Hell-OOOoo," he also pushes the buttons for hand-clappy sounds and ah-ooga horns.

And the "Hell-OOOoo" happens during a lull, after the verse ends. So strange. I never saw it slow down enough for even the most sporting of child to catch it...

[Jen M.]

(sporting of children, rather.)