Great Brooklyn Moment…
So, Jenny and I are walking back after a massive walk (more on that, with pictures, in another post), and we stop off to pick up the Sunday Times and some milk at the corner newsstand.
Now, also on that corner is an italian ice stand called Uncle Louie G’s (say it out loud, it’s funnier), and there are always, always at least three people standing in line in front of this place. Middle of summer, dead of winter, no matter. There’s always a line. It’s that good.
So, we’re walking past Uncle Louie G’s, and we hear that telltale song that anybody in the Outer Boroughs knows viscerally – da-da-da-da-da-da-dum-da-dum, da-dum-da-dum-da-dummm-dum. Yep, that’s right, a Mr. Softee truck, which had the cojones to pull up right in front of Uncle Louie G’s. Jenny and I are wondering if we’re gonna see a frozen dessert throw-down, when the Mr. Softee driver, a twenty-something guy who’s laughing his ass off, waves at everyone in line and pulls away. I’m laughing, the people in line are unfazed, and an elderly man on the corner looks at me and shrugs with a playful smile in his eye.