I Scream, You Scream

My first semester of grad school is coming to an end, and I couldn't be more thrilled! It's been so crazy and hectic. Apparently, the maximum amount of grad school classes you're supposed to take is 2; this could be why taking 5 classes has been such a bitch. I haven't even had time to write a proper blog in months! I've been a terrible excuse for a blogger lately, and for this, I apologize. However, I have been keeping track of topics I want to blog about, so you're in for a treat.

Has anyone else heard the ice cream truck lately? I've heard it at least once a day for at least 3-4 days now. I get really excited whenever I hear it; I don't know why, because it's not like I go running out to buy a bomb pop or something. So this evening, I'm pulling out of the driveway and here comes the ice cream man driving down my street. He was driving about 2 miles per hour, so this gave me some time to think.

How confusing must the concept of the ice cream man be for children? We spend so much time telling children not to take candy from strangers, but for some reason the ice cream man is OK. This makes no sense whatsoever! "Don't take candy from strangers, kids. But ice cream and popsicles from a strange man driving slowly through your neighborhood in a big van is absolutely alright."

I'm actually really surprised that the mobile ice cream business is still going. In an age where we're too paranoid to let girl scouts go door-to-door selling cookies, you'd think that we would've put the ax on ice cream trucks long ago.

And do you know where girl scouts go, now that we don't let them go door-to-door? They go to grocery stores. They set up little tables in the foyers of grocery stores and harass the patrons (and employees) of the store. It used to be all I had to deal with was the salvation army bell ringers when I went to work around the holidays. But now, the girl scouts too?! I can't escape!