As if the impromptu marching band weren’t weird enough, an ice cream truck rolled by this evening, dinging away with its merry little tune.
I realize this is Southern California, but a) it was 55 degrees and b) it was dark.
There’s something vaguely sinister about an ice cream truck playing its song in the dark that I can’t quite put my finger on.
Well, there is an episode of Charmed where killer deamon children come out of an ice cream truck… actually, it’s pretty awesomely bad, I would reccomend renting it.
But then you might be more freaked out by the midnight ice cream man.