I remember those! We had an old Maxima station wagon, and blessed the day when the voice warning system finally gave up. The door is ajar!..the door is ajar!..
That’s still better than the tortilla salesman who makes the rounds 4 times a day in my Tijuana neighborhood, with a canned announcement about how fucking awesome their tortillas are.
I swear, it starts off with a guy yelling, “Por Vida! Pir Vida! Senoras, aqui! Tortillas de Mi…CHELLE…del PIPILA!” and then launches into a minute-long spiel about awesome tortillas, awesome red sauce, awesome green sauce, awesome this and that. If you’re not inured to it, you want to tear your hair out after a week.
ETA: No matter how you look at it, tortillas are just not that exciting.
When the switch to pre-packaged ice cream trucks started happening I was so disappointed. I could buy those things in the store. It was like false advertising. That’s a Popsicle truck damn it, WHERE’S MY ICE CREAM CONE***!***
We had a friend who told her kids that the jingle meant that the ice-cream van was leaving. Saved a lot of money that way…
One of my chef buddies once played “Lady in Red”, the single not the album, for an entire 8 hour shift. It was on tape, so that shows his commitment. The boss went home practically crying but Evil Rich called him a pussy and put the tape on again for another 4 hours until the end of the shift.
Red/Green/Red/Green/Red/Green. Stop and go.
Integrated circuit chips often (always?) have date codes printed on their face. First, find the part number, you can confirm that it is a part number by looking it up online. The other number will be the date code. I just pulled a chip from a parts box. On the face is “SN7492AN” and “7623”. The first is the part number, the second the date code - the 23 week in 1976.
This reminds me of my shortwave listening days. The BBC would be on continuously, but if they weren’t actually reporting any news they just played about a dozen notes from their introductory theme, over and over and over and…
I watch this regularly for the lulz:
The neighborhood I grew up in had Jack and Jill the ice cream car. He drove a red Le Mans convertible with ice chests in the back seat, the passenger seat was twisted around and his girlfriend served the kids. No music, just a leather belt with brass bells they would shake as they drove. Ten cent Popsicles! Twenty-five cents for an ice cream treat.
Here’s a nice ice cream truck tune:
Bubble Bobble via '04 cellphone game.
damn, that beat goes hard
It’s what keeps me coming back.
“Do you have any vanilla?”
Oz trucks always use Greensleeves:
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