Friday, September 23, 2005

Mack the knife

I grew up in the 'burbs. Not on one of those blocks where all the kids gathered in the street to play ball or splash in the neighbor's paddling pool, I lived on a street with no other children, where I didn't even know my neighbors. Tall trees separated the houses, and I never knew that ice cream trucks really existed.

But they did exist. My beau lived on an ice cream truck street. His block was not only frequented by the ice cream truck, but also by the knife sharpening truck. Until he informed me of this, I had never heard of such a thing. It doesn't sound like it goes... Remember the old days of milk trucks, ice cream trucks, and knife sharpening trucks? But, it's true. Knife sharpening trucks didn't play children's songs like ice cream trucks (now that would be very creepy), but there was a bell that would ring, and upon hearing that familiar sound, women would appear through the doorways and gather with their dull knives.

Sounds a bit like a scene out of Desperate Housewives to me.

I do like the idea of services coming to my door in trucks though. I have seen a dog grooming truck in front of our building. I wish they had a salon truck like that for people. Folks could hear the truck's bell or song and come rushing over for a mani/pedi, a massage, a hair cut... Or everything at once. Right outside your door.

Or how about a sex shop truck? Play a few notes of that cheesy 70s porn music through the megaphone, and everyone would crowd around to check out the merchandise. I'm telling you, this truck thing could be a hot new-old fad. What truck would you want frequenting your block?
posted by Danielle @ 1:27 AM |

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