eight-point-five seconds
that’s how long the ice cream man’s song is. i know this, because i have little choice but to hear it…
over
and over
and OVER again
whenever he rolls down the street. Why? Because we live on a dead end street – so he rolls down, turns around, rolls back… then goes to the next street over, also a treat, because it’s a cul-de-sac. and he’s got the damn music so loud that i’m pretty certain he’s attempting to get the attention of children from here to austin with that thing.
he’s heartlessly cruel to those of us that have no intention of purchasing his wares. he rolls on through whenever the temperature peaks out over 60. sometimes 58. which means he tortures us with this eight-point-five second rendition of “turkey in the straw” at least once per week every month of the year, and sometimes up to three times a day come summer. he’s already been by five or six times in the past ten days.
which begs the question: does he just hang on to all that ice cream and sell it when he sells it? or does he get new stuff when the stuff from this winter doesn’t sell to sell in the spring?
now, just because i was taught to share, and because whenever he rolls by, one of many variations of said tune gets stuck in my head (the murphy’s oil soap jingle, chain hang low, ears hang low), i thought i’d share the little ditty with you. so you can sing along too:
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Friday, March 26th, 2010 at 7:01 PM • consumption, rants • RSS 2.0 feed Both comments and pings are currently closed.