You know at my old house there was an ice cream van that made my life mildly more irritating as his chimes were on ear splittingly loud (guy must have drove with earplugs), and frankly I’d have loved it if somebody would have actually enforced the law (there is actually a law for ice cream van chimes) and an automated system like this would be one way!
The one near me plays something that used to be Popeye the Sailor Man, but now sounds like some Lovecraftian signal to wake an eldritch abomination from its slumber.
You know at my old house there was an ice cream van that made my life mildly more irritating as his chimes were on ear splittingly loud (guy must have drove with earplugs), and frankly I’d have loved it if somebody would have actually enforced the law (there is actually a law for ice cream van chimes) and an automated system like this would be one way!
The one near me plays something that used to be Popeye the Sailor Man, but now sounds like some Lovecraftian signal to wake an eldritch abomination from its slumber.
The ice cream isn’t ice cream.
Lock your doors.