The primal, animal-like instinct mode I would go into when I heard ice cream truck music outside my grandparents' house is comparable to when a cat hears you open a can of tuna.
I'd immediately shoot up, be like "yo old lady. gimme a dollar or i'll break yer fuggin kneecaps." and then buy the Powerpuff Girls one every single time because I know what I'm about, son.
It was like an event. It was like when Santa came to town, except you didn't wake up freshly molested on Christmas morning every year.
why do your kisses taste like milk and cookies santa?
Here's an actual picture of The Static when the ice cream truck rolls into town.
You know what that is?
Ice cream trucks bring people closer together. It's like weed, but not just for children.