Originally Posted by Fredrictree (Post 1131849)

I currently live a very secluded life away from people as much as possible (I do still have to leave to go to work) but even my home is violated by music! Ice cream trucks blaring discord into my very home!

Originally Posted by Pedestrian (Post 1131871)

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.

Originally Posted by Engine (Post 1131878)

Hey now, one of my best friends was an ice cream truck driver once.
He did blare whatever music he liked but he stopped everywhere. I used to ride with him. Sometimes kids would challenge us to a game of basketball for ice cream. Sometimes they won. Sometimes they lost. All the while offensive music blasted from the truck. Nobody ever minded. Don't knock ice cream truck drivers.

Originally Posted by Janszoon (Post 1131882)

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Originally Posted by Pedestrian (Post 1131881)

I also have a deep seated fear of people in costume on days other than Halloween. When I was six we went to Disneyland, and in the morning had breakfast in a cafe. Aladdin approached our table, and I was quite shy (having a crush on Aladdin at the time), and hid beneath the tablecloth between my mother's knees. To my great distress, he came under the table to try and pull me out, and I screamed and cried until he fled the cafe in humiliation.

Originally Posted by Engine (Post 1131884)

Let's settle this with a game of HORSE