While driving to work the other morning to a school over an hour away from home, down the interstate, and without reliable cell service, I hear a faint, mysterious Wup. Wup.
My first thought is to turn the radio down to see if I can discern where the noise is coming from.
The source isn’t obvious. In fact, the noise is sporadic.
Maybe it has something to do with hitting a bump in the road.
No, it doesn’t seem to have a pattern to it.
“This can’t be good," I think.
Thankfully, my dad is a retired mechanic, and he is my go-to guy when things need fixing. I think of giving him a call—surely he’ll know what is up with the Wup. Wup.
Then I hear a bell-like sound.
“Oh, no. Is something breaking apart? Should I pull over?”
First, a wup.wup.
Then a ding. ding.
I check my cell phone. Thankfully, I still have service.
Then I hear a noise that tells me something is really wrong.
I hear the jingle of something akin to ice cream truck.
Duh-nuh-nuh-nuh… Duh-nuh-nuh…nuh..duh nuh
Definitely a jingle.
Definitely not my car.
Definitely not any car around me since I am all alone on the interstate.
I reach for my cell phone. Then I drop it.
I can’t call my dad and tell him I am hearing noises from imaginary ice cream trucks
in between wup. wup. and ding. ding.
Where have I heard that noise before?
Duh nuh nuh. Duh…nuh…nuh…
It’s sounds like…
Could it be?
Not my car or my mind-- this time.
I pull over, reach behind my seat, and dislodge Drew’s toy steering wheel from the driver’s seat.
Car trouble solved.