“I hate the ice cream truck.” There I said it. I hate the sound of it, the smell of it, and the look of the scary people who drive it. I liken it to clowns. Sure, they’re supposed to be fun and make people happy, but to me, they’re just plain creepy and make me cringe.
That may seem harsh for something that brings joy to little girls and boys, but when it trolls my neighborhood every other day after school and my kids drop to their knees pleading for money, it’s hard not to hate this steel money pit on wheels. No matter whether I say I have money or not, or remind the kids that we have a freezer full of ice cream, somehow they manage to find some buried “treasure” between the couch cushions and end up racing down the street to get their “chocolate taco” or “Sonic the Hedgehog” ice cream bar covered with blue goo!
I’m considering putting up a sign at the two entrances that says, “No ice cream trucks allowed.” You think I’d get in trouble for that? Oh well, I really don’t care. Somebody’s gotta put an end to these “nutty buddies.”
Kathryn Mahoney is a freelance humor writer, author, copywriter, but most importantly, a wife and mother of two beautiful boys. She started this blog to give other moms a place to “escape the chaos” and most importantly…to just LAUGH! To learn more about Kathryn, visit 