Caitlin sent me this paparazzi style photo of Kelley buying stuff from the ice cream truck today. I don't know how it is where they live, but here, the ice cream trucks are super creepy. I knew I was really an adult when I didn't feel the urge to buy anything from either of them.
Our small town has two ice cream trucks that operate year round. This one is the creepier of the two -
I call this one creepy because I once saw an entire family hiding inside the back of the truck. No joke.
It usually makes the rounds around our neighborhood at 1 p.m. when all the kids are in school, rain or shine, blasting "Turkey in the Straw, ha ha ha." I have never seen this truck make a sale. One time I saw a little girl chase after the truck with a dollar in her hand when it was snowing and the truck just kept going. It was very sad. Sad for the girl because she didn't get her ice cream, sad for the ice cream truck because they never make a sale, and sad for me that I had nothing better to do than to stalk the ice cream truck.
It's hard living in a small town. Not much to do... as you can tell.