How does one become an ice cream man?

Let’s say I have a van full of candy and a scratchy record player with “Pop goes the weasel” on endless loop. Can I start driving around in my neighborhood selling candy or do I have to apply for some kind of license? And do police check if these guys have a criminal record before allowing them to do this?

There’s probably a lot of variation among jurisdictions, but:

http://www.10tv.com/live/content/teninvestigates/stories/2008/07/03/ice_cream_trucks.html?sid=102

Of course, you’d probably also need a sales tax permit and a business license.

Before I met him, my husband was an ice cream dude. He leased the truck from the ice cream company (Glacier Ice Cream on Industrial Drive in Barrington), put his own gas in it, and purchased the ice cream through Glacier. He needed a DL. That’s it. No special business license or anything.

Here is an example of a requirement for a peddler’s license from Troy, MI:

http://www.troymi.gov/CodeAndCharter/Code/CH074.pdf

And here is the application: http://www.troymi.gov/Clerks/Forms/PeddlersApplication.pdf

Might you ask him to give us some idea of how much these guys make? I’ve always wanted to know.

I’ve always wanted to know how they don’t go crazy with the damn song playing in a loop over and over and over and…

I did that for awhile, along with my first husband and my brother (we each had our own truck). I don’t remember how much we made, but it wasn’t much. Pretty dismal, as I remember. It didn’t last long because we couldn’t make a living at it.

Edit to add, we didn’t have continuously-playing songs, just a bell that we rang.

The first thing you need is white pants!

I asked one of those guys if he got insanely tired of the recorded calliope music all day. He said, between the truck’s engine and all the compressors, he couldn’t even hear the music.

I image the list of Health Department Rules & Regulations must be very long.

Husband didn’t last even a week I don’t think (can’t reach him right now). He ended up giving up and going to his old neighborhood (Ivy Hill - Arlington Heights) and gave all the damn ice cream away he told me last night.