The first time I saw the produce truck pull up, I pointed and yelled in excitement. He came barreling down the street and pulled over, horn honking to announce his presence. A man and a woman hopped out of the cab and swung open all three sides of the trailer behind them revealing a cornucopia of fresh fruits and veggies.
I ran back into the house to get my wallet and took the five flights up doubletime. Feet pounding down the stairs, slipping around the landings, bursting through the front door and into the sun flooded street I turned the corner to see hands reaching up to close the doors to the truck. They were done for the day. Shoulders slumped I returned to the house empty handed, and wondering when they would return.
As it turns out, they show up twice a week, and honk their melodic horn on their approach, and once again before they leave for the day.
The next time they came along, I was ready. Well, that isn’t quite true. The next time they came I was so startled by the horn and what it meant that I flung my book down and ran around the apartment like a crazy person. But I still managed to be out the door before they had even opened theirs.
Ohhhh the bounty available! It’s like a grocery store on wheels – fresh cauliflower, cherries, lettuce, tomatoes and a wide assortment of packaged non-perishables like olive oil, vinegar, tuna and beans.
While there are two grocery stores within ½ a km, there is something so irresistible about one pulling up in front of your house.