it was a fairly big van, with 'watch for children' in paste-on red letters on the back. the van.. was what you could refer to as a 'rapist van' - you couldn't see through the windows. the sliding door was open, and visible was the only thing that told you it was an icecream truck. just inside the door (as in, you'd have to lean into the van to get to it..) was a cardboard stand with the types and prices of available icecream. they were driving around with the sliding door open, no music, just.. on the prowl. i shuddered and turned the corner, once again vowing to never raise children in miami.