"Hey! Look, they're selling lemonade. Let's stop."
Rolling down the window as we stopped at the lemonade stand being run by what appeared to be 4 little boys.
Me: "Are you guys selling lemonade?"
"Yeah! You've gotta try this, though." As he holds up a half-empty Gatorade bottle.
Me: "What is it?"
"Half lemonade/half Gatorade."
Hmmmm, skeptical.
Me: "Ok! How much is it?
"$1!"
$1!!!!!???? What happened to 25-50cents? Inflation?
Me: "Ok, Give us 2!"
"Ummmm, we don't have enough left."
Me: "Ok, how bout one of those and one regular lemonade."
As I look at the full pitcher of yellow lemonade. Somehow I get handed a glass of pink. Not sure where it came from.
I hand them my 2 dollars and say, "Are you guys all brothers?"
"Nooooo."
Me: "Friends, then?"
"Yeaaaahhh."
I thank them and we drive away.
Teenie: "Um. I think that one with the long hair was a girl."
Me: "What!? Really?" Gosh, I hope not.
And even though the Gatorade was little more than watered down Gatorade and I said something that may have been extremely embarrassing, I'm still glad we stopped. And hope they made more than our 2$.
Support your neighborhood entrepreneurs!
