My Lemonade Stand On a Dead-End Street

Everyone wants to cash in —ya'know, make a nickel here, a dime. Simplest method, just set up and do it. Right now, on the street where you live... Go on! Drag out the folded table (dirty but a fleece blanket with a Doozer image will take care of that.) Half-ass wash a pitcher you find in the laundry room. Pour some tap water, add 2, no 3 cups sugar along with a cup of SummerTime© lemon flavored mix, then go ahead and squirt some Real Lemon© from the plastic fruit into the brimming liquid. You need more ice cubes, but the six or so whittled looking ones left in the tray will have to do —Time is money! The heat of the day is NOW! People are THIRSTY! They will be on hands and knees, begging for a sweet refresher, O THANK GAWD! YOU SAVED MY THIRST BUDS! Busting out a couple of signs to tape to the blanket, you run out of citrusy colored pens and have to finish with an overlay of brown. Not quite the look you like, but mostly readable. Cups? Cups! Red party cups which are always around, but you can't fill to the top, or like all the fluid value will be gone in two pours. More ice would help to cushion the deal, but no looking back now —the table is up, the duct tape signs in place 50¢ DEE-LISH DRINK DEAL, the frost is dripping down the plastic pitcher utterly embodying the cool promise of a lemonade dream.

You stand and wait, on your own personal street, for your first customer.