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Ice Cream Trucks.
You've always heard them, you may have even bought ice cream from an ice cream truck once, however, odds are that you haven't seen the inside of an ice cream truck. This is where I come in, you see, I have seen the glorious inside and know all the secrets of ice cream trucks. Please allow me to tell you the story of how I learned the hard way to never talk to strangers. I was about 7 when it happened, I had broken my arm earlier that year so I was in dire needs of a spirit lifter. As it so happened I found an "ice cream truck" in a back alley with the promise of free ice cream to little kids. I know that its a stupid business practice but I couldn't help myself. I approached the white van with the words "fr3e Icecrem" spray painted on the sides, digging in my pockets for some money already tasting the ice cream in my mind. Obviously some of you know where this is going by know. As I finally mustered up the courage to knock on the van and ask for ice cream, I knew I had made a grave mistake. The doors slid open and three buff men grabbed me while proclaiming "congratulations! you're our 100th customer, as such all the ice cream is free!!". What followed was fifteen minutes of pure childhood joy, only to be followed by 4 hours of pure torture and agonizing frostbite. At first I was quite open to the idea of free ice cream, but after my 4th popsicle, I noticed things were not right. I attempted to make an escape, only to be dragged back into the truck and force fed another ten inch Banana Split Ice Cream Popsicle. I could hardly take much more of it. When they finally opened the door and let me go, I was covered in cream and had gained at least 3 pounds. Since the incident I have been socially awkward and lactose intolerant. They never did molest me though.
The inside was pretty empty, there were some rubber popsicles that were stuck to the floor of the van, as well as some melted vanilla cream on the walls. I couldn't see any ice cream machines so I guess they don't make it in the truck. I always thought that ice cream trucks would be cold cuz of the ice cream but this one got hot and sweaty like 20 minutes after I got in there.
You've always heard them, you may have even bought ice cream from an ice cream truck once, however, odds are that you haven't seen the inside of an ice cream truck. This is where I come in, you see, I have seen the glorious inside and know all the secrets of ice cream trucks. Please allow me to tell you the story of how I learned the hard way to never talk to strangers. I was about 7 when it happened, I had broken my arm earlier that year so I was in dire needs of a spirit lifter. As it so happened I found an "ice cream truck" in a back alley with the promise of free ice cream to little kids. I know that its a stupid business practice but I couldn't help myself. I approached the white van with the words "fr3e Icecrem" spray painted on the sides, digging in my pockets for some money already tasting the ice cream in my mind. Obviously some of you know where this is going by know. As I finally mustered up the courage to knock on the van and ask for ice cream, I knew I had made a grave mistake. The doors slid open and three buff men grabbed me while proclaiming "congratulations! you're our 100th customer, as such all the ice cream is free!!". What followed was fifteen minutes of pure childhood joy, only to be followed by 4 hours of pure torture and agonizing frostbite. At first I was quite open to the idea of free ice cream, but after my 4th popsicle, I noticed things were not right. I attempted to make an escape, only to be dragged back into the truck and force fed another ten inch Banana Split Ice Cream Popsicle. I could hardly take much more of it. When they finally opened the door and let me go, I was covered in cream and had gained at least 3 pounds. Since the incident I have been socially awkward and lactose intolerant. They never did molest me though.
The inside was pretty empty, there were some rubber popsicles that were stuck to the floor of the van, as well as some melted vanilla cream on the walls. I couldn't see any ice cream machines so I guess they don't make it in the truck. I always thought that ice cream trucks would be cold cuz of the ice cream but this one got hot and sweaty like 20 minutes after I got in there.
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