Or rather, yesterday…
So I was heading down to RCP Block and Brick to get crushed rock so I can line the bottome of the ginormous new flowerbox we had built for the wife for her birthday – which was yesterday. RCP is next door to Little Darlings, an establishment whose bubblegum-pink exterior has faded considerably over the years. (I was at RCP a few years back for decomposed granite for the front yard of last house – we were going for the Provencal look, lavender bushes lining the edge, etc. It’s all grass and sprinklers now. The place was pinker then.)
The first thing I noticed was the ice cream truck in the parking lot. “Urgh. Dude goes straight from selling Bomb Pops and Fudgsicles to getting his jollies, doesn’t even switch to his civilian car. That’s just nasty.” Then, as I passed by, I saw the sign on the side of the truck: Mrs. Frostie. “Mrs.? Some girl working on a second career, gets off her shift, throws on jeans and a sweatshirt and heads out into Kiddieland?”
Wrong again. On my way back home, I checked Mrs. Frostie again (go ahead and cast aspersions; I surely deserve them), and there was a young lady standing at the side of the truck, staring up into it and deciding upon her order, just like any expectant kid would do. Except she wasn’t exactly a kid, and she was (half) dressed for work. The woman inside was very much a Mrs. Frostie – middle-aged, matronly.
Not sure what I can add to the image by way of comment, so I’ll leave it at that.
What music was the ice cream truck playing?
So, I take it Little Darlings isn’t a kid’s clothing store?
Perhaps Mrs. Frostie was waiting for Mr. Frostie?
My church in Austin, Texas, has an outreach to “exotic” dancers. The first year, only a few of the clubs allowed us in, but now, they all welcome us.
It isn’t strange to see a vehicle with our bumper sticker in the parking lot, handing out Bibles and gift baskets. Perhaps Mrs. Frostie has a similar motivation?
In any case, I pray for people willing to dare that kind of outreach.
There used to be an icecream truck that came by our neighborhood in LA everyday. It played Puff the Magic Dragon. There have been various articles in the local media about drug dealers using icecream trucks to sell drugs. Puff the Magic Dragon!!