I was just struggling in the front door with my groceries, hungry and hot and tired, when I heard faint strains of “Greensleeves” in the distance. ICE CREAM VAN!* I was out the door in a flash. I found him around the corner, surrounded by all the old people from the neighborhood. It was hilarious. Two minutes later, I was back at home with my choc top. Perrrrrfect.
* I should explain for my Yank readers that ice cream trucks here are all vans, and they all play “Greensleeves.” They don’t sell crappy pre-packaged ice cream bars either, but instead have a soft serve machine and make cones with all types of candies and sprinkles on top.
And now I should explain for my Australian readers that Americans have the “ice cream truck,” which is often a little squarish truck. They don’t seem to have a signature tune that they play (at least, not where I grew up in Indiana). Rather than make cones on demand, instead they have a freezer full of prepackaged Popsicles and ice cream bars. A lot of them are designed to look like character faces, and they’re often really badly done.