Ice Cream Man

Last night, on my way to bowling, I saw something so tragic that I am still traumatized. And I realize that I continiuously post about the ice cream man. I love the hoodsie guy and I would like to own a hoodsie truck myself.

So, I am driving and I see something in the distance - and realize it is smoke. As I get closer, I realize that the smoke is coming from an oncoming car. As I get closer, I realize its not just any car - it is the hoodsie guy. Well, it was not really the hoodsie guy it was the Hood Z Guy. And it was not the wonderfully white sterile truck of yesteryear. Instead, it is a van plastered from stem to stern with empty ice cream wrappers.

I was horrified. HORRIFIED. How could children grow up thinking this smoking van was to produce something so wonderful as a frozen tasty almond joy? Impossible - especially since I spied the freezer system - big blue polar coolers in the back of the van. I mean aren't we taught to be afraid of smoke and vans.

There is no way I could handle the thought of children running up to a van with a dude in the back pulling out ice cream from a dirty cooler. Not only is the potential of kidnapping (1970s kid am I) high and the ice cream melted but also do I really want my kid donning a gas mask in an effort to inhale the toxic smoke puffing out of the space that used to hold the exhaust pipe.

Its just sad. Maybe this is the push I need to make my hoodsie dream come true.