An Ode to Lemonade Stands
One beautiful summer day, a young boy asks his mother if he can set-up a lemonade stand. His mother acquiesces and takes the boy to the grocery store where she spends $10 getting him fresh lemons, sugar, ice, and disposable cups. Before the boy is allowed to go sell his lemonade, she places a variety of rules on him: don’t talk to strangers if she isn’t around; set-up your stand close to the house; and stop selling by 2 o’clock. That boy, eager to get started, quickly agrees and runs outside to set-up his stand.
The boy sets up his stand and begins selling lemonade for $2 per cup. He doesn’t have any real sense of profit and loss, just knows that $2 can get him a can of Red Bull at 7-11, so that seems like a good start. His mom said that he had to pay some of the money she lent him back, but he knows better.
As the boy begins selling an older gentleman out for a run stops and asks for cup. The boy hesitates and then says,
“Sorry, but I cannot talk to strangers.”
“Well, how do you intend to make a profit and set-up shop again tomorrow,” chuckles the older man as he runs away.
The boy quickly scribbles ‘closed’ on his sign and runs in to ask his mom to join him outside so he can sell to the next older gentleman. On their way outside he asks his mom if he can set-up his stand tomorrow if he doesn’t make a profit today. His mom replies,
“Don’t worry sweetie, I’ll give you some more money tomorrow so that you can open up again.”
Contended, the boy resumes selling his lemonade. As he sits in his stand, he cannot help but notice how quiet his side of the street is compared to the other side. Across the road was a small local gym that seemed to have tons of people bustling in and out. The boy seemed to think that all of the people coming and going looked very thirsty. Sensing opportunity, he yelled to his mom asking if he could set-up his stand across the street.
“Didn’t you listen to my rules? You need to stay on this side of the street,” replied his mother.
The boy manages to sell two or three cups of lemonade, before his mother calls him in at two. Noticing the amount of activity on the street picking up in the afternoon hours, he pleads to stay out until 5. His mother tells him that he cannot. The disgruntled boy packs up his stand and heads inside. He places the leftover lemonade in the refrigerator for tomorrow.
Later that evening, he notices his mother and father sitting on the porch, laughing and drinking his lemonade.
“Hey,” says the boy as he watches potential revenue do down his parents’ throats, “why are you drinking my lemonade?”
“Oh, don’t worry sweetie, I will take you to get some more lemons tomorrow, besides I bought the lemons anyway” replies his mother.
The next morning, the boy asks his mom to take him to get more lemons and ice. He pulls together $3 of his revenue from the day before, determined to pay for this next batch himself. As they drive to the store, the boy notices that they are headed in the wrong direction.
“Where are we going,” he asks his mother.
“Oh, we’re going to go to the local grocer. I heard he is struggling and could use our business,” replied his mother.
When they arrive at the store, the boy heads straight for the lemons. Immediately, he notices that the lemons in this store are significantly more than at the other store. When he complains to his mom that he doesn’t even think he has enough money for lemons at this store, she reassures him that it is alright and that she will give him the difference. The boy begrudgingly agrees, knowing that he’ll have to wait another day to be free from his mother’s charity.
The boy’s bad fortune would not end there. As soon as he had his stand set-up and lemonade ready to go, a huge downpour of rain began. He hurriedly packs up his gear and headed inside. Setting his pitcher down at the kitchen table, he notices that the lemonade looks significantly less yellow. The rain seemed to have diluted the once fresh and flavorful concoction.
The next morning, the boy was ready again to go to the store. This time, however, his mother was broke. She had no money for him to purchase more lemons. Sensing a catastrophic breakdown, she rushes next door to her in-laws and asks to borrow money. She has a hot and cold relationship with them, but she senses that the stability of her child is at stake (at least for the day) and deems the move necessary.
The boy gets his lemons and has his best day of sales, 6 cups. That’s $12 bucks in his pocket. He is feeling pretty good until his mom asks him for some of that money right back so she doesn’t have to ‘owe’ her in-laws. He obliges and looks at what is left … not much.
This time, however, rather than planning for the next day, he runs to 7-11 purchases a red bull and chips. As he’s walking home, he starts to wonder how much his friend Johnny makes on his paper route.

