The effect the ice cream truck has is not limited to
children. I, a 21 year-old soon-to-be
college senior, heard an ice cream truck on our street just a couple of weeks ago, and was instantly struck by the strangest of urges. I leapt out of my chair and ran for the front door, out onto the
porch, to try and get a glimpse of the elusive
mobile frozen confection dispensary. As I did, I cried out to my roommates:
"Dudes! Ice Cream Truck!!
Almost instantaneously, four guys, grown men to the last, emerged from their respective rooms, all bearing their wallets.
I never did see that Ice Cream Truck. Maybe I was hallucinating.