Summers during my formative years in suburban NY were spent looking forward to the daily visit to the Good Humor truck. Often, the thought of a Strawberry Shortcake, Jet-Star or Push-up Pop was the only thing that kept me going through the mandatory fun of day-camp activities.
While you might associate the Good Humor man with the mustachioed, portly chap below, ours was anything but.
A high schooler who was a cross between Spiccoli and Matthew McConaughey drove the truck, often pulling up shirtless with a Daisy Dukes-clad fox in the passenger seat. These female sidekicks varied from week to week. Blissfully naive at the time, I wouldn’t have noticed if it weren’t for the other kids pointing this fact out.
Yes, the Good Humor man was a man-whore, way before the term was even coined. Which made us 8-year-olds even more awestruck. Not only did the guy have his pick of ice cream bars, but women too.