I-Spy....Sounds

I is for Ice Cream Vans that play annoying tunes, over and over again. Luckily, they don't come up here but I hear them when I'm out and about.

When I was a kid, lots of food was delivered, bread, milk, soft drinks and the fruit & veg came on a horse drawn cart, but nothing was as exciting as Mr Dimascio's Ice Cream Van. At the first sound of his bell, all the front doors would open and kids would pour out, rushing to be first in the queue outside his little hatch. Two brothers from the family across the road would break the ends off their cones and stick them, with a dollop of icecream to Mr Dimascio's windscreen. Others would follow suit and, by the time all the kids had been served and Mr Dimascio could return to the driving seat, he'd find his windscreen totally spattered with icecream cones. Poor old Mr D. would have to leave his van to clean them off before he could drive away.
Another of the pranks played by these tearaway brother was to rock his van, while he was serving. Poor man, I don't know why he kept coming back as he couldn't have made much money.