It's summer, and what kid doesn't look forward to the ice cream truck? Here's a story all about the ice cream truck.
It was a hot summer afternoon with temperature on the thermometer reading 91 degrees. Like many summer afternoons throughout the week, the familiar jingle of the ice cream truck could be heard from a distance as it made its way into the subdivision. Kids from all over recognized the familiar tune of 'she'll be comin' 'round the mountain', accompanied by an early-2000's techno/hip-hop sort of beat. And just as reminder that children throughout the neighborhood better have their money ready, the modern-day jingle included the voice of a kid that yelled out, "Hello!!!" in the middle of the song. Ah, yes... what child doesn't get excited when hearing this?
Billy was one such kid who immediately recognized the ice cream truck. He had been playing hard all day long at the neighborhood park and could really use one of those extra jumbo, double-stuffed ice cream sandwiches. He hopped on his BMX bicycle and raced home.
Sailing into the driveway, he did a tricky dismount in front of his father who was washing his car. "Dad! Dad! I hear the ice cream truck! Can I get an ice cream sandwich?"
"Don't you have any money?" asked Father.
"No, I used up all my allowance."
"Well..." began Father while reaching into his back pocket for the wallet. "Tell you what. Here's ten dollars. Get me an ice cream cone, your sister Maggie an ice cream cookie, and get your mother an orange dreamsicle. And get yourself something as well."
Billy snatched the money away and raced off on his bike towards the sound of the ice cream truck. He had to find where it was, or miss his chance at getting his much-needed double-stuffed ice cream sandwich.
"Billy, wait!" shouted Father. "Where are you going?"
But Billy didn't hear his father call out. He was too much in tune with locating the ice cream truck. Had he been listening to his father, he would have received some really good advice of simply waiting for the ice cream truck to drive down their street and stop.
Billy frantically peddled his way throughout the subdivision, all the while the sound of the ice cream truck grew louder. Then, on Prairie Drive, Billy finally spotted the ice cream truck with four kids standing in line and waiting their turn to request their favorite ice cream. Billy soon joined them. There was no reason to have any more stress. Billy found the truck and was in line with money. It was as good as having the ice cream in his hands.
Now this particular afternoon was just a few days after the Fourth of July holiday. This meant that the neighborhood pyromaniac on Prairie Drive still had a small collection of leftover fireworks. And what better thing to do on a hot summer day than to set a large cannon with mega-boom mortar shell in the middle of the street? When lit, the user is urged to run away, fast, because a large mortar is shot up into the sky to blow up. And this is what the neighborhood pyromaniac did. He lit the cannon not too far away from the ice cream truck and ran away.
"BOOM!!!" the cannon exploded while shooting large mortar into the sky. Seconds later an earth-shattering KA-BOOM could be heard. It was so loud that car alarms on the block went off.
"Wow!" exclaimed the ice cream man while handing popsicles to a pair of girls. His head was shaved and he had a cheesy pedo-stache. He wore a white t-shirt and had steroid-ripped muscles behind it."Is it still the Fourth of July?"
Soon it was Billy's turn. He ordered, "Could I have a double-stuffed ice cream sandwich, an ice cream cone, an ice cream cookie, and an orange dreamsicle?"
"Sure kid!" answered the ice cream man. His enormous, muscular arms flipped open the freezer compartments and retrieved all the items of Billy's order. "That'll be $9.50."
Billy handed the ice cream man the ten dollar bill which Father gave him. And that's the moment when the ice cream man spotted the police car driving down Prairie Drive.
"Oh shit!" exclaimed the ice cream man. He didn't even bother to give Billy his fifty cents in change. Even while kids excitedly ran up to the ice cream truck to make their requests, the ice cream man shifted the transmission into drive and carefully pulled away while hoping to escape the neighborhood without being apprehended by the police officer. You see, the ice cream man owns a private business but does not have a permit to sell ice cream throughout the neighborhoods in town.
"Why?"—you might ask?
Well, you see, the ice cream man is a registered sex offender. He's a pedophile, and was caught with a child some years ago. Being the case, the ice cream man cannot get a permit to sell ice cream to children. And if the cops discover he is selling ice cream on the neighborhood streets without a permit, he could get busted.
The ice cream made it to the next street and raced his way out of the subdivision. Children stood dumbfounded because he would not stop. Some of them even started to cry.
But the police weren't the least bit interested in the ice cream man. Really, the officer made his way over to Prairie Drive to issue a fine to the neighborhood pyromaniac for lighting more dangerous fireworks. Neighbors immediately called after hearing the explosion.
As for Billy, he was happy to have his ice cream. Unfortunately, it was necessary to fumble with the items while racing his bike home. Then, much to Billy's dismay, he dropped everything onto the street. But it was too late to quickly retrieve it. In the process of passing Billy up, a car drove over the double-stuffed ice cream sandwich, the ice cream cone, the ice cream cookie, and the orange dreamsicle. The tires smashed everything into the street.
"Oh no!" cried out Billy. He stood there and shook his head in disbelief while examining the messy aftermath. "I guess I ran out of luck." he reasoned. With that, Billy hopped back onto his bicycle and peddled his way home. But he was no longer so excited.
While pulling into the driveway, Billy sadly rode up to his father who was not drying off the car.
"Where's the ice cream?" demanded Father.
"I ran out of luck." explained Billy. "I was riding home with it and everything fell out of my hands onto the street. Then a car ran over it."
Father was outraged. "You're a fucking asshole, you know that Billy?"
Billy pouted and looked at the driveway.
"I mean why the fuck would you take off on your bike to find the ice cream truck? You could have stayed here and waited for it. Didn't you hear me calling out?"
Billy shrugged his shoulders. Then he looked up and asked, "Could I have some more money and wait for the ice cream truck to come here." He was unaware that the ice cream man was long gone from the subdivision.
"No!" answered Father.