Ice Cream Truck

About sixteen months ago, I wroteTake Advantage Of Your Opportunities When You Get Them:

At our old house on Pomelo, the streets were flat and we were about five houses down the street from the elementary school, so we would have the ice cream truck by almost daily during the summer, every year. I would always hear it and always be busy, so I always figured that I would go out and catch the truck and get a random, spontaneous ice cream treat some other time in the future. Tomorrow. Or the next day. Next week, maybe. Next month…

Six years ago we moved to this house, which is at the top of a really long, steep hill that the ice cream truck might or might not be able to actually get up, and we’re nowhere near a school. Thus, NO ice cream trucks here. EVER.

And something made me think about that and realize that I had the opportunity almost daily for DECADES and I almost never took advantage of those opportunities. And now I’m out of luck.

Something else to check out when we’re shopping for the Forever Home. And you can bet if I find out that we’re on a regular path for an ice cream truck, I’ll be dropping everything and sprinting out for an ice cream sandwich when I hear that tinny, electronic circus tune. If I happen to be in the middle of a work Zoom meeting? C’est la vie! A guy’s gotta do what a guy’s gotta do! I’ll be older and wiser the next time.

Today it happened. Fortunately, I was not in the middle of a work Zoom meeting.

While I’ve never heard an ice cream truck on our street before in the past 4+ months, this afternoon the sound was unmistakable. Tinny, electronic Christmas music.

I do not normally have my wallet or any money on my person when I’m working from home and time was short (our block only has six houses on each side, so he didn’t have far to go and head back out) so I broke the land-speed record getting to the bedroom on the other side of the house, grabbing my wallet, and sprinting out the front door. Fortunately, some kids from next door had slowed him down.

Mr. Reyes’ van has seen better days and looks like it’s been ridden hard and put away wet more than once. But it was chock o’ block full of frozen goodness, EXACTLY the way that I remembered it from my childhood. It was practically an out of body experience.

I got a Blue Bunny Chips Glaore! Cookie Sandwich, 300 calories, 12g of fat, 15mb of cholesterol, and 46g of carbohydrates, all of them delightful. For the Long-Suffering Wife I grabbed a Blue Bunny Drumstick. I asked the driver (perhaps Mr. Reyes himself?) to remember us and come back soon, I would be listening for his signal.

Then, planning for the future, since I almost missed him while sprinting through the house for my wallet, I grabbed some singles and have designated them as “Emergency Ice Cream Truck Money.”

When singles pile up I normally stuff them in a drawer and try to remember to take them when I travel for tips, but now I have a stack right where I can grab them quick and head out the front door. My office is at the front of the house, right by the front door, so when he comes back, next time I’ll be ready.

Just because it’s a simple, fondly-remembered experience from childhood doesn’t mean that the adult can’t stack the deck to make it successfully happen again!