1. In the evening I was at a gallery opening. A couple of other food trucks were there: Rickshaw Dumplings and Waffles and Dinges. The folks working the Rickshaw Truck were super. Really great, and it was a pleasure to meet them. Tom, the owner of the waffle truck, come by to introduce himself. I served his wife a Nilla-cone, and we had the chance to chat for a few minutes. Classy, decent people. I hope they can say the same about me! Rickshaw's food is damned good. I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to pop over to try a waffle; next time.
2. A strange dude came to the window (while outside the gallery) and made a point of being quite possibly the lamest person in the world. He asked what organic food I sold, and I said "absolutely none." He said "with a name like The Big Gay Ice Cream Truck, I'd expect you to sell organic food. You need to be progressive." What the hell? I said no, only chemicals served, and he nearly spit on the truck before walking off in disgust.
3. After the gallery closed a fellow working there (a custodian, I think?) asked me to wait- a security guard wanted to come out for a cone. I ended up hanging around with the custodian. Yesterday was his first day at his first job after 13 years in prison. He'd grown up in Bushwick, and all of his friends and family sold drugs. He got into that line, and wound up in the clink. We talked about the importance of surrounding yourself with supportive friends. Good luck back on the outside, my friend!
4. A young girl near Union Square saw the truck, and started screaming with excitement. With one hand she pointed at me, and with the other hand she hiked up her dress and flapped it around. I laughed for at least 20 minutes after she left.