The Musical Truck I Want To MeetHumor
I see Dorian is living it up in France; eating crepes and sipping mulled wine right out in the open. Since I just went to confession, I’m not going to write about how jealous I am, because I’m totally not. Hey, I have a really great package of gluten-free pancake mix and a bottle of Cupcake wine if I want to start living all high-brow. Who needs Paris? DO YOU HEAR ME DORIAN??? I DON’T NEED FRANCE!!!
Now that we’ve cleared that up; I was inspired however to write about a great business idea I had a while back not related to quiche. The alcohol truck.
Every summer, the tinkle, tinkle of the ice cream truck sends children screaming into the street, much to the horror of their parents and oncoming traffic. It’s like Pavlov’s dogs. By August, they hear the truck when it’s still in another county and immediately start salivating.
Wouldn’t it be nice to get that same childhood rush again? To hear maybe, Jimmy Buffett’s Margaritaville, and know the alcohol truck was turning onto your street? After a long day at the office or cooped up at home, wouldn’t you tear out your front door to meet Mr. Boozy and his colorful truck of adult treats? And the best thing is, it doesn’t have to end with summer. Imagine Mr. Boozy slowly canvasing your block with warm cider, hot toddys and hot chocolate topped off with Whipahol once the snow starts flying. Who’s salivating now?
Unfortunately, it seems most localities frown upon roaming bands of middle-aged parents consuming alcohol in open containers outdoors. Like hordes of sugared up kids isn’t a public nuisance. If someone knows a magical place, that’s not France, where I could make this dream a reality, please let me know. Thank you.
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