As a kid, when the ice cream truck song rang through the neighborhood, it was time to get down to business.
You’d run to your parents and beg for some extra change, promising an icy treat wouldn’t ruin dinner. Then you’d race down the sidewalk, running after the truck to catch it before it vanished from view.
You’d trade in your quarters for a misshapen SpongeBob SquarePants ice cream pop, complete with droopy gumball eyes and a funky smile…