Mine Ears Have Heard the Tinkling of the Righteous Ice Cream Bells (Jerz’s Literacy Weblog)
An ice cream truck just drove by our street, playing “The Battle Hymn of the Republic“. It’s an emotionally rousing march, but it sounded very strange in this jingly kid-attracting arrangement. Okay, it was part of a patriotic medley, but it was still uncanny.
I haven’t been this creeped out by music since the time I was in an elevator and heard a mellow instrumental rendition of Michael Jackson’s “Thriller”.
My daughter asked whether the music was supposed to put children to sleep, and before I knew it, I was telling her that this is “the sandvan,” that drives around neighborhood during naptime.
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As a caretaker, note this, many of those cute trucks one sees with the faded decales are driven round by crazed men. There was recently a story in my hometown about this occuring. These are scarier than those when you or I were a child and could run down the street in the quest for that perfect afternoon delight.
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Sandvan, thats cute.
Ice cream truck music is CREEPY! Great entry.