|Pretty in pink|
Summer has put the kettle on … high.
Stay hydrated, my friends.
That won’t be hard if you follow a rule my husband and I instituted early on in our marriage.
Thou shalt stop at lemonade stands.
OK, maybe it’s not a commandment, but it is a guiding principle. I’d say we have a pretty good track record.
I’m not sure when we first started stopping. (Now, that’s a phrase my brain enjoyed … “started stopping.”) Back in the early ’90s, we pulled over somewhere in the middle of Wisconsin, en route to a family wedding in Fargo, N.D. Two little kids manned the stand — on a very unbusy side road — and they happily poured cups for my husband, me and our own two little kids. Score one for Midwest-East Coast relations.
In every type of business, there are lambs, and there are sharks.
The lambs splash out a 16-ounce cup and shyly ask for a quarter. (I’ve done the math. Clearly these kids need a union.)
But that’s where another rule kicks in: Leave a good tip.
Sadly, even in the lemonade business, the buyer must beware.
A few weeks ago I spotted the sure signs of a lemonade stand — lawn chairs and a small table at the end of a driveway. Two kids were heading back to their posts as I pulled over.
I crossed the street, taking out a dollar bill. Seeing no sign, I asked how much for a cup.
The boy paused, glancing down at the bill in my hand. He looked up and said:
Hmm, I thought, as I handed it over. Sharks start young.