i finally caught him... the tension has been building for a week.. but today my plan worked....
back up, backup!
everyday the icecreamman drives down our street... but this is no ordinary icecream man.. he drives super fast...
everyday, i hear him and go running to catch him, but by the time i get out of the house, he has cruised halfway down the street, i wave and yell, but he doesn't stop.
so yesterday was a day like any other.... i hear THE SONG and i scrample to the change bowl and swoop up a handful of quarters. shoes? shoes? where's my shoes? no time for shoes nikki... you gotta book it or you'll miss him... run, for the love of icecream RUN!
NOOOO! He's gone... that sneeky man has bamboozled me again, oh the misery!
and that's the moment i unveiled my master plan... next time, i would be ready... so i got my handful of quarters and neatly stacked them on the hutch by the front door... and i waited.....
at about 3:37 today i heard him... louder than usual...
go!go! if the plan is gonna work you gotta go! so i jumped off the bed and jetted to the front door, grapped my stack of dubloons and swung open the door.
he was right in front of the house and moving fast.
YEAHHHHH!!!!! STOPPPP!!!!! huffing and puffing i ran to the truck. already feeling my victory i promtly said,
1 chaco taco please!
$2.50 later (yes, icecream prices sure have risen... stupid inflation) i was enjoying my delicious treat and releshing in his defeat!
really, i have no shame. you'de think i, at the well groomed age of 25 i would be more mature than to strategically plan an attack on the ice cream man but... i 'm not! it felt great to go chasing that truck.... so i ask you...when was the last time you let your inhibitions go and chased down the street like a 7yo?