The sketchy ice cream truck.
OK I don’t live in a ghetto like white lady in the hood, but there are some tweekers around and there are a few places I would be careful walking after dark. But all in all, my neighborhood isn’t too bad.
Couple of years ago, all of a sudden I start hearing that sound in my hood, you know the dingalingaling of an ice cream truck. Now this is a little weird. We are kind of a rural area and we have never had an ice cream truck before. There are some kids in my neck of the woods, but not a lot. If I had started an ice cream truck business, I could think of a lot of other neighborhoods that would be way more profitable, if I was selling ice cream.
The other strange thing is, I’d hear that trucks song and before you know it, it would be gone. And then I’d hear it again thirty or forty minutes later; I’d hear the damn thing all the time but I never saw it. (Ohhh, it is a ghost!) Actually I was beginning to think someone was screwing around out here. It took me weeks to actually see the ice cream truck. And that thing was hauling ass!
Now I’m thinking, “OK that is a real ice cream truck, and it is doing the speed limit. Something ain’t right here.” What ice cream truck drives around with its bell dingalinging at thirty miles an hour? An ice cream truck is supposed to drive really slow, so the kids can go pester their parents for money and get back out there to buy something. Of course I’m just laughing my ass off, thinking about some fat kid chasing after the ice cream truck.
My next thought is what a great idea! Selling drugs out of an ice cream truck.
Yep, the ice cream truck got busted!