I heard the jingle of the ice cream van, yelled to T and H to get their shoes on. We ran out into the road, but no van.
After a minute we heard the jingle again, but then the van drove past our corner, the driver waved at us trying to flag him down and off he went.
We were not part of his plan for the afternoon. Maybe his cooling system had just failed, he knew 3 icecreams weren't worth stopping for, he had a bad headache, his wife needed him at home suddenly... who knows?
I don't like being spurned by the only icecream van likely to come our way, especially after the traditional jingle had got us all fired up.