Now with extra sauce!
I remember grabbing coins from the house and running three blocks over - trying to DF the ice cream truck and get there in front of my sister. You captured that feeling.
What lovely memories. I recall the ice cream man! Sigh, my daughter doesn't, sadly. Thanks for this.
I love how you portray the action, then the agonizing wait..."tinny music" is perfect.
I remember the Ice-cream Van playing Greensleeves and that song brought with it such excitement!
That's going to be one very happy ice-cream wo/man.
Love it! Especially the idea of all those people waiting for the ice cream truck. Great take on the prompt! :)
We all become children when we hear the ice cream truck, don't we? (and I tend to hear Eddie Murphy in my head. LOL)What a fantastic way to look at the question.
I laughed my butt off imagining grown-ass men running after the ice cream truck. Hilarious!
Relatable to the child in all of us! I always went for the ice cream with the gum at the bottom :)
I'm lucky there are no vending machines in the building where I work. I've wasted so much money over the years. But, oh, what I wouldn't give for an ice cream truck. Or, as my brother told his children it was called so they wouldn't beg for sweets, the "music appreciation truck."
Oooh i can still here that tinny music! I love the action you created. I could see it and feel it... racing down the stairs. I've done it so many times.
I can just hear the screams....the ice cream man is coming!!! Hurry!! Money!! I need money...the ice cream man is coming! That tinny music brings folks, especially kids, out of the woodwork every time!
Without writing it, I saw men with their suit jackets and ties flapping in the wind, the distinct cadence of women running in heels. Such a robust picture in my head. Great job, Tina!
I think the tinny music gets everyone! You let out a little at a time, then reveal the last scene with great subtlety. I love that in a gargleblaster!
I love the little scenario you created. I remember running for the ice cream truck after jumping out of the pool in the backyard. All the kids around would be there, lined up.
I can picture this perfectly. (An aside, our town's ice cream truck plays the most forlorn music ever. Husband and I are convinced it is some dirge.)
Love the image of them all lined up, clutching their money. Perhaps jostling each other. < 3
Great visual, and a perfect "end of summer" post, it embodies summer in 42 words. perfect!
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