The Lemonade Stand
Summer is a great time of year as I know everyone will agree. The weather is often pleasant. The smiles a little brighter. Baseball continues to be a nice mindless enjoyment. And the days stretch out to a nice comfortable and manageable time frame. But one of the great things about summer is the neighborhood lemonade stand.
Most of us as children at one time or another tried to succeed at the stand and I guess that a few might have done just that. Some just wanted to make enough to get some candy from the local convenence store, while some used it for the famliy vacation that would arrive towards the end of summer. My siblings and I never operated one for more than half an hour and I believe that may have been the reason we never sold more than two cups on any given day.
One of the interesting facts about the lemonade stand is that it is run, a majority of the time, by siblings. Yes I know that friends with no relation do join in, but if you were to take a survey of local lemonade stands I believe you would find that the latter sentence would ring true. And mom is always close by to supervise and most importantly to make sure we never run out of lemonade.
What brings this on tonight is that earlier today I visited a stand. Typical location with typical signage. Always on the corner and with a hand drawn sign stating the price of the goods. So I pull up and wait my turn. The price has gone up over the years, but fortunately not at the rate of inflation. Todays fair was just fifty cents and they offered ice cream.
A man in his mid-forties was next and odered a cup. After drinking the summer beverage he wanted to haggle the price. Fifty cents was just too much and if they were to ever get ahead in business they needed to learn the fine art of bargaining. No they said its fifty cents we need to buy a new game for our system. You should think about investing answered our daddybucks. They boys just stood and stared.
What the hell makes people act like dip-shits. There always seems to be one and he is always standing in my line. The dip-shit finally paid, but not before making a suggestion that more ice was needed to keep it cold. I got my cup and paid quickly. Now I was going to get this dip-shit and ring his neck. Driving off in his direction I happened a glance in my rear-view and watched as the boys at the lemonade stand slapped high fives as they reached their goal.
There was no neck ringing. No confrontation. There seemed to have been a victory and neither I nor dip-shit were going to ruin this day.
Read Kerouac with ice cream
Listen to The Germs at the beach when it is most crowded
And always buy from the child at the door while remembering how much it sucked to be on the other side
Most of us as children at one time or another tried to succeed at the stand and I guess that a few might have done just that. Some just wanted to make enough to get some candy from the local convenence store, while some used it for the famliy vacation that would arrive towards the end of summer. My siblings and I never operated one for more than half an hour and I believe that may have been the reason we never sold more than two cups on any given day.
One of the interesting facts about the lemonade stand is that it is run, a majority of the time, by siblings. Yes I know that friends with no relation do join in, but if you were to take a survey of local lemonade stands I believe you would find that the latter sentence would ring true. And mom is always close by to supervise and most importantly to make sure we never run out of lemonade.
What brings this on tonight is that earlier today I visited a stand. Typical location with typical signage. Always on the corner and with a hand drawn sign stating the price of the goods. So I pull up and wait my turn. The price has gone up over the years, but fortunately not at the rate of inflation. Todays fair was just fifty cents and they offered ice cream.
A man in his mid-forties was next and odered a cup. After drinking the summer beverage he wanted to haggle the price. Fifty cents was just too much and if they were to ever get ahead in business they needed to learn the fine art of bargaining. No they said its fifty cents we need to buy a new game for our system. You should think about investing answered our daddybucks. They boys just stood and stared.
What the hell makes people act like dip-shits. There always seems to be one and he is always standing in my line. The dip-shit finally paid, but not before making a suggestion that more ice was needed to keep it cold. I got my cup and paid quickly. Now I was going to get this dip-shit and ring his neck. Driving off in his direction I happened a glance in my rear-view and watched as the boys at the lemonade stand slapped high fives as they reached their goal.
There was no neck ringing. No confrontation. There seemed to have been a victory and neither I nor dip-shit were going to ruin this day.
Read Kerouac with ice cream
Listen to The Germs at the beach when it is most crowded
And always buy from the child at the door while remembering how much it sucked to be on the other side
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