Okay, the last few days I keep hearing the tinkling music of an ice cream truck, toodling around the neighborhood both at home and at work. Is it just me, or is this a little strange? Didn't the sound of the ice cream truck used to be a harbinger of spring? Doesn't the ice cream truck generally stop rolling when it gets brutally cold? Don't get me wrong, I love ice cream in the winter as much as I love it in the summer, but I'm not standing outside on the curb for it when the temperature gauge is below freezing. Do mothers stand on alert, holding armfuls of warm winter wear, ready to thrust scarves and mittens at their child just in time for a mad dash to the curb? I can't imagine that to be true. And the truck I saw today was making its circuits long before school was even out. Who's the target demographic here?
I can only assume that the truck is a front for some sort of nefarious activity. I'm thinking of the episode of Reno 911, where the "ice cream" truck was emblazoned with "No Smoking" and "Do Not Strike Matches" signs, since it was actually filled with illegal fireworks. Or maybe they're selling drugs. Is "Bomb Pop" code now for crystal meth, or something? I'm not quite curious enough to actually stop the truck and find out. Suppose it's a trap? There might be cops in the back, waiting with handcuffs and tasers for anyone who dares ask for a "Nutty Buddy." Can't take that chance.
Or maybe it's even more insidious. I always thought the most chilling scene in "After Hours" was Catherine O'Hara in the Mister Softee truck, that plinkety-plinking music playing eerily on and on as she trolled the streets with the vigilante mob, looking for Griffin Dunne. Shudder. Don't want to get mixed up in something like THAT.
So I'll let the ice cream truck roll past, I guess, questions unanswered. And maybe I'll stop on the way home for some Ben and Jerry's. Can't get Chubby Hubby from the back of a truck, anyway!