Zach just sent me this link - people whining about the Mr. Softee jingle being played all the livelong day around New York. If you are calling to complain because of an ice cream truck, I . . . don't know what to say to you.
To me, hearing that song means knowing summer is imminent and that you can get crunchies or sprinkles whenever you want (read: whenever you can find a truck hiding on a street corner or chase one down). Delish.
Back home, our ice cream truck played The Entertainer and every single kid on the street was, like,
and if your mom was cool and already had $3 on the top of the fridge for just such occasions like my mom did (for three kids - our ice cream wasn't that expensive), you would run out your front door, screaming, "I'M COMING! STOP THE TRUCK! HOLD ON! I HAVE A DOLLAR!" and you would get your ice cream delight with bubblegum eyes.
Some people did not have such cool moms. This is probably why they feel animosity toward an ice cream truck.
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