The Coolhaus Ice Cream Truck

from Coolhaus' website.

I got in trouble today. I went for a walk at lunch. And I got hit by a truck. Figuratively speaking, of course. At first, I walked by. Then I spotted people eating them. These gigantic, delicious-looking ice cream sandwiches. Then more. On my way back, with my lunch, I watched a man digging in. Another was ordering. I asked them, “Is it good?” Their response (the eating man was just something like “mm-mmm-uumm-oohmmm”) was enough to make me disregard my lunch, plan on hiding it in the work freezer and instantly become overwhelmed by the choices. (Not to mention the swell guy working the truck. What a doll!)  Besides, in my family, ice cream is genetic. As my Uncle Bobby so eloquently put it on one of my summer visits as I dug into a bowl, “Ice cream is dinner.”

And right now, ice cream is lunch, too.

Donna Lethal

About Donna Lethal

Donna Lethal is the author of "Milk of Amnesia" and writes for her own blog (Lethal Dose), Hair Hall of Fame, Dowager Quarterly, Find A Death, & the Valhalla Cemetery chapter in "Weird Hollywood." A native of Lowell, Mass., she's lived in Boston, NY and London before settling here. When not writing, she's hiking, soaking in a Korean salt room or in the high desert with her pit bull.
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