drunken ice cream

My friends Crystal & Simon came up Thursday to help out with my English classes, see what San Ramon is all about and meet the locos. After a pretty great English class (my kids were well behaved because there were 3 of us hounding them on their pronunciation) and a visit to the colegio (let's not get started), we went for a walk to a river about 45 minutes out of San Ramon. When you are walking down the main road out of San Ramon, it starts to get really rural--no houses, just farm land--so it's quiet and you don't see too many cars. Needless to say, it was surprising to us to see a parked ice cream van parked along the side of the road. It was warm and we had been walking for quite some time so ice cream sounded perfect. Here's how that interaction proceeded:

K: Hello? Hi!
Crystal: Is anyone there?
Simon: Hello? (He looks behind the curtain of the van) To us: Yeah, there's a guy in there.
Guy stumbles out of the car, drunk, messing with his Razr phone (fancy phone for an aldea man) and looks at us.

'Yeah? What do you want?'

K: Do you have ice cream today?

Now this may seem like an idiotic question considering it is an ice cream van, but you just never know in this country.

'Yeah. We have ice cream bars only.'

Crystal: Can we see them?

Again, may seem like a silly question--but again, you never know how ghetto this ice cream may actually be. If it's ice cream at all.

He stumbles into the van, pulls out the ice cream after much searching and it was real ice cream. We each get a bar, pay the guy and he stumbles back into the van. We continue walking and laugh about how this can only happen here and that while retelling the story may be funny, it just won't compare to having experienced it.