Ice cream trucks would have bells. And that’s it.
No stupid songs.
No stupid noises.
Bells only.
Using anything other than bells would be a capital offense.
I hate living in an apartment complex in the summertime.
The Catmage Chronicles
Andy thought he was going crazy when a talking cat showed up at his front door. He couldn’t have been more wrong.Goldeneyes is a Catmage – a cat with human intelligence and magical abilities. Andy is an eighth grader who is smart, impulsive, and trying to avoid the school bully at all costs. A prophecy threw them together. There’s just one problem: Goldeneyes can’t stand humans.The Catmage world is heading toward war. Goldeneyes and Andy must try to stop the enemy from getting stronger. And they must save a powerful Catmage who’s been kidnapped. For Goldeneyes, it’s personal. That Catmage is her grandmother.Andy and Goldeneyes must try to put aside their differences. If they can’t, the enemy will soon be too powerful to defeat…
Here here, around these parts they play the music and then it says “Hello” in the most annoying way possible. The loop is only about 45 seconds, so you have to here this at least 20 times.
We have that one too. With really annoying hand clapping and horrid music.
Those trucks would be gathered together into an empty lot and blown up. With a great big sign saying, “Thus perish all who annoy the dictator of the world.”
I hate those ice cream trucks with the recorded music. I might make an exception for “Mr. Softee” and his recognizable, familiar-from-childhood tune, though.
But the bells, ah, the bells! I was a Good Humor man one summer, and ringing those bells was like achieving a childhood dream.
[Yep. As a child, I dreamed of working in a sub-minimum-wage job for ten hours a day, six days a week, selling fattening treats to obnoxious suburban children.]
I miss those bells.
When a particularly creative and technically gifted friend of mine got annoyed with the local ice-cream truck bells when he was a kid, he got out his tape recorder, recorded them, and played back the recording at high volume at various times during the day. The neighborhood children ran outside each time to find no ice-cream truck. By the time the truck actually arrived, my friend had achieved the “crying wolf” effect and no children ran outside to meet it. The truck left and hardly ever came back.