School Bus Chaser
I've heard of lawyers chasing ambulances, but today I experienced my first school bus chaser: the ice cream man. No sooner had my sons' school bus turned the corner to drop off at their stop when I hear the familiar Pop Goes The Weasel melodic horn approaching. The yellow ice cream truck turns the corner, too.
As the kids bound down the bus steps they immediately beg for a treat. Backpacks are thrown in the grass, dollars are dug from my purse, and the ice cream man makes his stop. I give in. Bomb Pops for everyone! And a Blue Bunny bubble gum snow cone for me. And possibly an extra whiff of something not so ice-creamy coming from the ice cream man. I swear I smelled beer.
$7 feeds four from the Summer Song ice cream truck. I'd pay $100 if he could just get summer here already!