This is short and random, but it's important (not really). When I grew up (or more specifically, where I grew up,) there were no ice cream trucks making the rounds. I lived way outside of town in a sparsely populated area. I'm telling you this because I have very little experience with ice cream trucks, but the one in my neighborhood now is odd. How is it odd, you ask?

Well, let me tell you. As I've said, my experience is limited, but I would assume that these trucks would play upbeat children's music to attract customers. Maybe Jimmy Cracked Corn, Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star, or The Thong Song. Not the case with this one. It's playing Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. I know this because I had to play it in a piano recital when I was younger. What kind of customers is this guy trying to attract? Is his ice cream poison? For those of you unfamiliar with the song, it's slow and somewhat gloomy. Not exactly the song that conjures up the idea of summertime fun. More of graveyards on a cold moonless night. And you have tuberculosis.