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Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Lemonade Stand

My friend Shellie has a simple rule that she abides by faithfully: if there is a kid running a lemonade stand on the side of the road, you must stop. It doesn’t matter how late you are, how important the occasion, nothing is worth passing by a lemonade stand. Even if you don’t want the lemonade (or the Otter-Pops, Kool-Aid, half a Popsicle, etc.,) what does that matter to a kid’s dream coming true?
Do you remember what it was like to have a couple extra quarters in your pocket, maybe even a whole dollar? The candy buying strategy: a box of lemon heads, .25, that rules out the Boston Baked Beans, .75 left; two Sugar Daddies, .10 each; Mambas .50; and 5 Swedish Fish. The combinations were endless! Are you or are you not going to get the Sixlets, or Charleston Chews? Nerds! If you had another dollar, you might have considered a package of new Garbage Pail Kids—the world was your slime-filled oyster!

A week ago I was at the grocery store when I overheard a conversation. A woman in her 40s stopped to say hello to an elderly neighbor. “This is my third trip to the store,” the younger woman said, “The kids have a lemonade stand that is more successful than we imagined. They’ve made $80.00. This time I’m stocking up on a bunch on cans, I don’t want to have to come back.” Can you imagine the sugar-shock level still going on at her house?

This afternoon was a little crazy. J is back in school for summer and for the first time his class is in the afternoon (during naptime.) Nana had an appointment at the same time as a conference call. I had to cover the spread. I raced from work to her house, tried to figure out the WEP for the wireless access, situated myself on the couch for the conference call with corporate, hoping that my cell phone battery had enough juice. I had 10 minutes to get back to work after Nana arrived, racing to get there before the 3:00 meeting I was in charge of got started without me.

There, by the side of the road, were a couple of kids holding up a sign:


So sorry guys, if I was a little late to the meeting, I had to stop for a terrible glass of lemonade on the way back.

14 comments:

AzĂșcar said...

Now that I've posted this, I can't believe how Rockwell this picture looks. Scrappy kids, white picket fence, red wagon, lemonade, the only thing missing is a dog. And a friendly officer of the law. Maybe their fishing poles.

BowlerGirl said...

You are too funny! I wish that there were more lemonade stands out here. It's not quite the rage that it is in Utah.

PS....LOVE the new pic!

Rachel said...

i've had the same lemonade stand philosophy---one year, jon and i were driving by some kids on elm in provo who were having a stand of some sort. we stopped and asked what they were selling. cards. 4 kids scampered up to our car window to see which one we wanted to buy. they had this "pick mine, pick mine" look on all of their faces, and lest we make any of them crestfallen, i simply said, "we'll take them all." and you wouldn't believe the absolute joy in their reaction. it was nervous 4-6 year old laughter and disbelief. it was exponentially worth the $2 we forked out.

and, i love how you capture the whole penny candy conundrum. do you remember 3 cent jolly ranchers? did they have black cows in utah? and i still wish i could find tangy taffy....not laffy. mmmmm....maybe i'll let leah have a lemonade stand soon. (i think i would pocket the $80.) it could go into our kitchen remodel fund.

more caffeine, please said...

I love this post!

more caffeine, please said...

Oops, I sent that first comment too fast...

This reminded me of a lemonaid stand my friend Emily and I had one day when we were seven years-old. A retirement home shuttle bus stopped at our stand and cleaned us out. We made $9 off all the oldies in the van and it was the greatest day of our lives!

And I laughed at the Garbage Pail Kids and Tangy Taffy references. Classic!

AzĂșcar said...

I don't remember black cow candy, or tangy taffy. I bet with the prices in CA these days, plus the oven in which you currently live, you could get $2.50 a glass for lemonade.

wendysue said...

My Dad was always our best customer! Thanks for comin' through Daddo!!

The Scooter Lounge said...

Once my brother Tom got an ice shaver and we sold shaved ice on Timpview Drive. We made $10 one day. Then we tried to grow the business by using soda from Hart's for flavoring. 32 oz. Big Chills were 32 cents. The problem was carrying several Big Chills home each on our bicycles. We got pretty sticky.

Phoebe said...

I have to comment because my 5 year old wants to sell lemonade and I am afraid that he won't get any customers because no one drives down our street. But, we are out west, so maybe we can charge $2.50 a cup and he will still be okay with the 2 sales he will get!

Emmie said...

Ah, the memories! My friend and I ran an Otter Pop stand for a few days one summer and made a killing (killing=enough money for a bunch of candy AND hamburgers from Ripples). Thanks for reminding me of summer innocence and entrepreneurship.

This is me said...

I have a friend who's daughter (age 5) wanted to earn a few dollars spending money for their trip to Disney World. They thought she'd do a few odd jobs and make like $5-$10. Oh, no. She started selling her toys to neighborhood kids and earned like 50 bucks. A budding entreprenuer no doubt.

La Yen said...

We never got any customers at our lemonade stands, because we lived on a culdesac with people who all had full-time jobs. But we drank a lot of lemonade. So now we always stop. I do have a one kid per school rule for the wrapping-paper sellers because I can't afford more than one kid per school at those $12 prices. I always tell them "I'm sorry--but come to me earlier next time and I will buy your expensive wrapping paper/chocolate bar/spongebob bank."

Rachel said...

i was really happy when the local schools did magazine subscriptions instead of wrapping paper. a great excuse to get domino, real simple again, martha stewart. down with $12 wrapping paper!

Sarah said...

It's amazing what kids will come up with to make a buck or two. My siblings and I sold tiny hermit crabs that we found in Long Island sound for 5 cents each. I think we only sold two. Then in college my roommate and I sold store-bought Keebler cookies outside the common area at our dorm rooms to hungry boys. We made a killing off those guys.

Thanks for stopping. It makes me feel a little better to know that you would have bought our crabs.