An old acquaintance of mine had lost his job and was working as a bartender. I ran into him at a friend's party, and he was telling me about this icecream truck driver. He said the guy came into the bar at 2:00 in the afternoon, and ordered 2 shots of whiskey. He pounded both of them. He said, "that fucking music is driving me insane," and left to continue his route. I was appalled. Glad I live too far out where the icecream trucks don't run, cause the guy driving in this case may or may not be driving drunk around kids. But I guess the music even drives the people who drive the trucks a little bonkers.