On the way home from work I spied a card table on the boulevard with a little girl sitting behind it. I pulled over quickly; a card table on the boulevard with a child means just one thing – a lemonade stand.
When I was a kid, money was tight. My mother’s go to response when my sister or I asked for something was “there’s no money for that this month”. We were not poor by any means but there weren’t a lot of frills. So I was always trying to figure out ways to make a little bit of money, for candy or ice cream and the occasional Scholastic book.
One of those ways was a Kool-Aid stand. I could almost always convince my mother to part with one or two of the little Kool-Aid packets that we had in the pantry as well as the sugar. Construction paper and crayons were essential as well as paper cups. I sold the Kool-Aid for five cents and we lived on a fairly busy street so I could usually rake in a buck if I stayed at it long enough. I’m sure my folks spent more to fund my financial forays than I actually made. I never asked my dad about this but I’m sure he thought I was learning a good life lesson. My mother was probably just happy to have me occupied for a few hours.
I’m not sure if I learned any life lessons but I did become a lemonade stand aficionado. I always pull over for a lemonade stand; I’ve even been known to go around a block if I don’t see the stand soon enough to pull right over. These days juice, Kool-Aid or lemonade goes for a lot more than five cents but I’m always glad to pay it.
What can get you to pull over?