Ice Scream

Since the weather has turned warmer and spring is upon us, there is the regular jingle of pure, unadulterated joy in the air. Every evening around 5 p.m. and again around 6, the sound of what is meant to be jovial music wafts through the air. Even when it is two or three streets over, you can hear the happy tune of the ice cream truck making its regular rounds. While this is music to every child's ear, there is also something eerie about the repetitive tune. Then, you see the man behind the wheel of this fun-mobile, and a flash of uneasiness wiggles through your stomach. Never mind the cigarette hanging out of the left side of his lips, but the scowl darkening his face puts a tinge of fear in your heart. The creepy jingle mixed with the grimace on Mr. Icecreamman's face and the electronic "hello" that squeels out every five minutes is all I need to be reminded of any excuse to pass up an orange push-up pop or fudgesicle. It all just makes me want to scream.