I love you, Ice Cream Truck.

The Ice Cream Truck just drove by my work. I heard it's glorious song beckoning me to come out and taste it's wares while sitting at my desk, contemplating when I should eat my lunch. I'm typing this while trying to eat my vanilla cone with butterscotch dip. YUM?
My hearing is poor at times, but my ears perk up like a predatory animal hearing its prey when that song is playing in a 5km radius. I don't know what it is about the truck and that shitty song, but it turns me into a 5 year old again. I run out to greet the truck, I jump up and down in anticipation. It's just always been this way. When I was younger, I lived in an apartment building. The Ice Cream Truck would come by once in a blue moon, so when it finally came rolling down the parking lot, there was cause for excitement. One time I was hanging out back in the playground and I heard the song. I had no money on me (I was like 6) so I had to run to my apartment, beg my mom for change, and the run back before the truck left...problem was, I forgot my key--BUT I lived on the first floor, so I had to run around the ENTIRE building to get to my unit. I also had to pee, but I didn't care, because ICE CREAM. I guess I should've cared, because while I was running, I peed my pants. Once the pee started, I stopped running...it slowed to a walk of shame.
In the end, I wound up with no ice cream and pissed-in pants.
FIN.