As I prepared to take my jog around the park today, a soccer game was taking place on the high school sports field at one end of the park. An ice cream truck pulled up outside of the field, and began serving customers who would leave the stands and then return (they weren’t charging admission). As there was a sufficient flow of customers, the truck remained there for the duration of the game.
My jog consisted of three laps around the park, of about eight minutes each. For perhaps four minutes of each lap, I was within earshot of the truck and its jingle. Adding a little cool-down time afterward, I spend perpaps 15 minutes within earshot.
The jingle was the first three bars of Turkey in the Straw, over and over. In that 15 minutes, I must have heard it 100 times.
I am ready to gouge my brain out with a hand chisel. I was driven to the edge of certifiable clinical insanity. Never have I been so thrilled to turn the ignition in my car, knowing that my torment was over.
Somebody had to drive the truck, probably for several hours. They can’t wear ear plugs, because they have to hear the customers. My question is simple: How do they stand it?