Coming out of the grocery store yesterday, I swore I heard an ice cream truck.
It started quiet, sort of peaceful, like that background music you hear sitting outside a decent coffee shop. Second by second, it got louder. And louder.
Looking around, I saw this car come tearing into the parking lot. Tires squealing, careening around other cars, totally unsafe style, and coming this way.
At this point, the music was so loud it was like I was listening to my own headphones. It had changed, though, from ice cream truck music a la The Entertainer to something more lilting, bringing visions...