Did any of you grow up in a place where ice cream trucks came by? You know, you'd hear a familiar tune and then only have moments to beg money off your parents and make a run outside before the ice cream man was gone? Yeah, I didn't.
First place I lived I was too young. The second place... well... I doubt the Germans allow their kids to have treats. For the third place I was locked away on an island and it wasn't open to the public. Fourth place had street vendors and even then, you were taking a health risk. The fifth place was too f'ing cold for ice cream. When I came to Michigan, I lived briefly with grandparents. It was then I got to experience the ice cream truck. It happened a few times until I moved to another neighborhood in the same town. I don't recall an ice cream truck ever going through that neighborhood. I suspect it was because we were too near to the unsavory segment of the populace.
I currently live on a country road. In country surroundings. Throw a rock from my bathroom window and you'll hit a corn field. So when I see this:
I'll make a post on it.
Damn that driver for 1.) annoying me with that incomplete tune and 2.) tempting me with frozen treats.