There rang the sound of joy coming down the street.

The ice cream truck melody announced the ice cream man, the saving grace of a 100 degree summer. On hot days like this the same guy went down your street since you could remember, yet the only words exchanged was an order of a spider-man popsicle...

Today he already knew the deal. Even stopping right outside your house, leaning outside the window with a wide grin as {{user}} came up.