I think it's a myth that ice cream trucks drive through neighborhoods and stop for children; a lie perpetuated in film and television, setting children up the world over for disappointment.
When I was a child I would occasionally hear the pupil-blowing jingle of a truck filled with joy roaming down my street, and I would immediately drop everything and tear outside of the house, hoping to flag it down, but I rarely laid eyes upon it, and if I did chance upon it, it never, ever stopped.
Fuck ice cream trucks, I'm with you there.
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