To see the driver of the local ice cream truck strolling through the subdivision at five ‘o clock in the evening day after day offers no real surprise. However seeing this man jadedly driving the truck with a cigarette dangling from his mouth seems downright wrong…or ironically poetic. I’m still uncertain. This man is already very intimidating in appearance. He is a larger built bald dude who is always supporting a wife beater t-shirt. Think of an atypical America’s most wanted sketch.
So are there rules and regulations for these ice cream truck guys to follow? Or is it anarchy? In my small town it is the same driver every single day. I can imagine the constant stresses of dealing with spoiled gluttonous children on the hottest days of the year. I can’t even imagine the discouraging paycheck an ice cream truck driver receives. Maybe I am resentful because I lived on an off street on the outskirts of town. If I were lucky the ice cream truck would come around once a summer. Seriously.
It is ironic that a man selling delicious treats to the youth is also subliminally selling the idea that smoking is appropriate as well. I mean, I don’t remember Mister Rodgers smoking after lacing up the ole tennis shoes.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not hating on the smoking population, I just think that there is a time and place for a good cigarette. I’m afraid ice cream on wheels is not the place to be puffing away.
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