STEPH DEROSA: I NEED AN ICE CREAM TRUCK >>>
Every time I rest myself upon the coffee throne of Beyond The Bridge Café’s restroom, I realize I’m not only in a coffee shop, but I’m in a home. Nobody lives there, but the people that gather inside the BBC are a family. Whether it’s your first visit or your hundredth, you are treated as though you’ve been coming there forever and are part of the crew. Owners Trish and Ben Rubke thrive as loving and supportive parents to the “kids†they employee.
Inside the walls of BBC, people are making dreams come true. Local musicians are getting their feet wet with live performances, and the Rubkes are living the dream of running a prosperous Sumner hangout. As I’m perched upon the BBC throne, I think about my dreams, hopes and life challenges. Have I conquered them? Is it possible to accomplish these dreams? Who am I going to have to be nice to in order to get some of my dreams to come true? Are they going to be an asshole about it? Why can’t I just get my own way all the time and screw being nice?
I’ll share a secret with you, but you can’t tell anyone. Especially that girl in accounting, she’s a jealous bitch and she’ll try to do it before me. It’s my most important lifelong dream of five months, and it has yet to come true: Driving an ice cream truck.
There. Now you know.
I think it was back in April of this year when I pitched the idea to
KAke and Bandito Betty â€" we should get ourselves an ice cream truck and
tear up Tacoma, Bomb pop style. They both were, of course, completely
game for this excursion. All I needed to do was find the truck. Pappi
Swarner even said he would pay for some of the ice cream. He’s not
usually that nice, so this was an amazing quest we had to surmount.
Almost immediately (some time the next month) I Googled the idea, using
all the correct keywords: ice cream, truck, Tacoma, sucker, and up to
no good. A few days went by, questdexonline.com was utilized, and
ultimately I wound up on craigslist. I had hit the jackpot when I found
a very nice gentleman looking for ice cream truck drivers. He gave me
the lowdown, described the job, the fees, and the payout. I didn’t give
a crap about making money; I just wanted to drive the truck and play my
own music out of the speakers.
He told me that all he had were scooters, but that he did have a van
about to be retro-fitted into an ice cream truck. It would take a
couple of weeks, and it would be worth the wait.
A couple of weeks went by, then a couple of months. We kept in contact,
but things were slow moving. I had watched all the fun community events
go by, and all my ice cream truck opportunities missed. The summer was
almost over and I had to get moving â€" so I called the guy up and said I
was ready. I didn’t care what type of vehicle he had; I just wanted to
do something with ice cream at this point. Summer was almost over, the
weather had been crappy, and Frost Park Chalk Off a la Weekly Volcano
was calling my name. It was hotter than a motherfucker, and with ice
cream dude I had made a deal (we even shook on it!) that I would stop
by his office Friday morning to pick up the ice cream vehicle and
fulfill my dream! Finally!
I dropped my daughter off at the in-laws, prepped myself with change at
the bank (even had to go INSIDE since they wouldn’t give me quarters in
the drive-thru), and hauled ass over to ice cream truck haven in order
to make it to Frost Park by noon. I was ready for this moment â€" so very
ready for this to finally happen.
So why didn’t I show up at Frost Park last Friday with an ice cream
truck? Because HE FORGOT. He gave the vehicle away before I got there
that I WAS SUPPOSED TO HAVE. Remember? We shook on it!!! What. The.
Hell?
To my six readers: This is a cry for help. There’s maybe a couple of
weeks left of summer-type weather that I can use to sell ice cream.
Anyone have an ice cream truck I could use? I don’t care about the
money. As a matter of fact, my plan for last week was to use the money
I earned to buy ice cream and deliver it (via ice cream truck) to an
at-risk Tacoma elementary school. I had a plan, I had the school, it
was a done deal … and now there’s nothing.
Sadness ensues. Can anyone help? I’ll even let you ride shotgun.
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