“How in the world did that kid know that?” I thought.
I was out for a bike ride last week and came across a neighborhood yard sale. As is contractually obligated with all yard sales, there were no less than 10 lemonade stands manned by some of the most aggressive elementary school entrepreneurs I’ve ever encountered ($1.00 for a Dixie Cup of lemonade is just obscene, Suzie). All in all, pretty standard stuff.
That is, until I got towards the end of the block.