We live on a short, but densely populated street. Our Avenue, as it is known, is only about 500 metres long (for my American readers, that translates to about one third of a mile), but I’d guess there are somewhere between 4,000-6,000 people living on that short stretch. That population density combined with the park across the street makes it an obvious stop for the ice cream trucks. There are a few trucks that come by each offering their own sound of summer.
One of the trucks plays music that represents the most annoying sound of our summer. The truck pulls up and loudly plays a voice that sings “HELLLLLLOOO!” followed by the tune to “She’ll be riding six white horses when she comes” followed by four loud honks. Given the placement of our dining room window it sounds like someone is in our apartment shouting “HELLLLLLOOO!” and then honking at us.
Here is a picture of our view from the dining room window, with the offending ice cream truck peddling its offerings to the children at the park and others coming home from work, perfectly willing to use their tired state as reason to eat ice cream for dinner.
HELLLLLLOOO!..... HONK, HONK, HONK, HONK