Oh the memories. Not so much as a kid, but I once drove, actually owned an Ice Cream Truck. It was the summer when I first realized I was unemployable. Having to punch someone else’s time clock was not a thrill to me. So hubby and I bought invested in an old, experienced International Truck with a freezer on back.
We painted the truck, calling it Wimpy’s Ice Cream and poof! We were in business!
Everyday we cruised the Jersey Shore looking for kids with quarters. We became a ritual in their day. They looked forward to seeing us. Well, they looked forward to the treats we delivered.
I learned a lot driving that ice cream truck. Always be alert, show up on time and smile. And yes, we probably worked twice as hard then working at that 9-5 job, but when we finished counting those quarters there was a feeling of accomplishment that far surpassed cashing a paycheck.
We created a business with a few bucks, a popular product and dependable delivery.
