Saturday, April 28, 2007

A slice of Americana: quenched thrist at the lemonade stand.

Driving around on our errands today we saw and patronized a lemonade stand run by some enterprising young ladies.

They seemed to have some trouble getting the price right was it $2 for a half cup? $4 for a full cup? Yet the sign said otherwise. We did not see the sign until the transaction was complete. Their sales skills were that good.

I liked the other advertising they did. Fresh squeezed becomes fresh squesed[sic]. Yum!

The leamonade[sic] was leamonlishous[sic]. The signs were blamed on an illiterate brother.

I am all for supporting local business. If you think you can do better than these girls then I invite you to play the lemonade game, it is harder than you think.

1 comment:

Paul Smith Jr. said...

Ah, but was the lemonade Smittylicious?