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July 28, 2005

That's just creepy...

The sound of an ice cream truck should be a joyous and exciting thing. After all, it's a truck -- with ice cream!

But the one that circles our neighbourhood has been having a few issues with its speakers. The happy "ice cream is here" song is now slowed down, off-key, and filtered through crackly speakers.

Really, it belongs in a horror movie.

Mothers now gather their trembling children to their bosoms while the static-y blare wails through the neighbourhood. "Jackie, sweetie, close the curtains and come away from the window. The ice cream truck isn't good anymore. Turn away from the light, Carol-Ann! Don't go near it! Don't even look at it!"

Now at twilight, the prime icy treat hour, the streets remain deserted (not to be confused with desserted). I ask you, how many happy memories must the ice cream truck ruin before it fixes its sound system? How many?

I must go and shake my fist at the retreating taillights now.




2 Comments:

Blogger /hg said...

I think that was clowns.
However, there was an episode of Charmed where there was an ice cream truck that went around and abducted kids for demons, or some nonsense... It sucked them into some parallel dimension.

My god... What if it wasn't fiction at all? And Charmed was... real?

5:57 p.m.  
Blogger /hg said...

The mess in my pocket dimension requires constant maintenance. I also need someone for lawncare, cooking, laundry, tailoring, shopping, driving, pedicures...

Well, you see my dilemma. And abducted children are such cheap labour...

5:48 p.m.  

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