Alright, so on Monday I was walking down the street at about 3:45 in the afternoon. I was on my way to campus to endure a 3 hour statistics class. I wasn't too thrilled about it. So, as I am walking and thinking negative thoughts in my head like "ugh, I hate statistics," "my teacher is such a creeper," etc. I heard the sound of my childhood.... the good old ice cream truck. So I smile and I think of the good ol days when stats were not a part of my life. The music is a bit far off, but soon it gets closer and closer, and then within 20 seconds it is blaring in my ear. The truck is just driving slowly right by me. Stalker. And I'm thinking "I know I didn't flag him down for ice cream what the heck is his problem?" So after 10 seconds of avoiding eye contact, I just couldn't do it anymore. I look over and see a 23 year old Mexican kid driving the truck. I just nervously said "um hi." And then he stopped the truck and said the following: Hey how are you? Girl, you are beautiful. How are you doin? (All in a funky Mexican accent). I was completely freaked out and uncomfortable. I wanted to do what I always do when boys start talking to me: flip them off and run up to campus. But, as my friends have recently told me, I need to be more tactful and stop giving off the "get the heck away from me vibe." So I decided to say "thank you." As I am power walking away and sweating on my upper lip because of nerves, he says the line of my life, "You deserve a free ice cream for your looks..... CATCH!" A popsicle was thrown out the window and into my hands. You can guess what popsicle it was can't you? Yep, a firecracker. I loved the ice cream man in my childhood and I love him now and I will love him forever.
