Ice cream truck.
Aug. 7th, 2006 03:26 pmFor weeks a tantalizing sound has wafted up from the street, every afternoon. That calliope tinkle of an ice cream truck.
There's a park nearby, with swings to lure small children. Pushed by parents carrying those all-important wallets.
We're on the third floor, a block away. We see the children mill about followed by their lumbering reluctant parents. And then the truck pulls away.
There's no way we could make it.
Every day, the boyfriend has given me that look of hopeful lust you see on every 8-year-old's face at that magical sound, his blue eyes bright and round. I see that look when I dangle a kitty treat over fuzzhead's nose.
Today I said, "Okay," grabbed money and launched. I'm the sprinter.
Not even waiting to pull on shoes, I spiralled down floors of loud wooden steps, through the cool basement, out the back, flung the door wide --
-- gritty pavement painful but familiar on bare feet. I remember this. Though I grew up on dirt road and used to eat dust as my friends fell behind.
I beat the truck, gasping, leaning on my knees, and flagged it down.
The popsicles were terrible. But it's the hunt that matters.
There's a park nearby, with swings to lure small children. Pushed by parents carrying those all-important wallets.
We're on the third floor, a block away. We see the children mill about followed by their lumbering reluctant parents. And then the truck pulls away.
There's no way we could make it.
Every day, the boyfriend has given me that look of hopeful lust you see on every 8-year-old's face at that magical sound, his blue eyes bright and round. I see that look when I dangle a kitty treat over fuzzhead's nose.
Today I said, "Okay," grabbed money and launched. I'm the sprinter.
Not even waiting to pull on shoes, I spiralled down floors of loud wooden steps, through the cool basement, out the back, flung the door wide --
-- gritty pavement painful but familiar on bare feet. I remember this. Though I grew up on dirt road and used to eat dust as my friends fell behind.
I beat the truck, gasping, leaning on my knees, and flagged it down.
The popsicles were terrible. But it's the hunt that matters.
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Date: 2006-08-07 11:02 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you caught the truck!
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Date: 2006-08-07 11:08 pm (UTC)I hope you're having a better day now. I'd offer you some of my popsicle, but you'll have to use the magical power of the internet to make it taste better. Mango was a baaad decision. *laughs*
Icarus
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Date: 2006-08-07 11:22 pm (UTC)And yeah, it's better. Thanks for the popsicle offer! Mango is an interesting choice;)
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Date: 2006-08-07 11:58 pm (UTC)Downright strange in a Chinese candy sort of way. But your version can taste like Haagen Dazs.
Icarus
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Date: 2006-08-08 12:24 am (UTC)Awwww, you're sweet;)
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Date: 2006-08-07 11:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-07 11:11 pm (UTC)Then we moved to the less pricey but kid-infested neighborhood and -- hey! No regular schedule, but the ice cream truck came by often enough. Usually he'd be going pretty fast through our part, so I'd be sprinting after a truck going 15 mph on a rutted, pebble-filled road.
Icarus
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Date: 2006-08-07 11:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-07 11:12 pm (UTC)I'm fairly sure this is a throwback to our spear-chucking days. We do like to hunt our own food, don't we?
Icarus
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Date: 2006-08-08 01:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-08 02:43 am (UTC)Icarus
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Date: 2006-08-08 03:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-08 03:57 am (UTC)Icarus
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Date: 2006-08-08 04:42 am (UTC)it was either that awful song, or a bell. the bell was annoying, but it was preferred.
the ice cream man comes to my college campus. last year, he sat at the junction of two dorms. and funnily enough, not very many students followed. i thought that woulda been a genius idea.
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Date: 2006-08-08 04:46 am (UTC)The ice cream truck had a dozen flavors and treats that weren't available anywhere else.
Icarus
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Date: 2006-08-08 04:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-08 06:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-08 11:09 am (UTC)no subject
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