The Bet

Lemonade- Monday

As I scurried around the house trying to gather supplies to make a sign for my lemonade stand, I glanced at my sister siting on the soft, beige, leather couch in the most relaxed position possible. She let out a hideous giggle, then a long exaggerated yawn. A big smirk sat on her face as she seemed amused watching me running around.

"What a beautiful day it is!" She announced in a high sing-song voice. "Too bad your busy working, would you mind fetching me a cup of tea while your at it?" She giggled again, and stretched her arms back as she closed her eyes, leaned her head back and reclined using a button on the side of the couch.

Oh that little.....!!! She was having way too much with this and I wasn't going to play her little game. This took ALL my strength and will power to do this, but I showed no emotion and walked away, keeping my dignity. There was no way she was taking that from me. I was so close to throwing piping hot tea in her face.

I collected markers, tape, scissors, sheets of paper to tape together, lemonade mix, ice, plastic cups that looked like they were made of glass to take this lemonade stand to the next level, mint leaves from my moms garden, a mini piggy bank, and business cards.

My dad helped me set up a small card table near the guard gate of my neighborhood, where most cars pass by. I stood on dead grass where tons of weeds sprouted, it was like a weed garden. Large, un-groomed bushes hung over the fence behind me creeping onto the sidewalk. Crunched up soda cans and water bottles littered the side of the street. It was a perfect hot sunny day for business, the sun was already high in the sky, though this was a bad for the worker having to sit out here all day. I sat for about ten minutes with no customers, the sun was beating down my back, sweat was forming all over my face and under my arms, and I had already drank three glasses of lemonade for refreshment. I had forgotten to bring sunglasses. At this rate , all the lemonade would be gone before a costumer came. This was impossible. Wait, did I just say that?! It was my first day on the job and I was already giving up. No, I had to keep working. WAIT again, I forgot SUNSCREEN!!! Great job, now I'm going to get burned on top of this mess. Where was everybody, it felt like eternity. Good thing dark, clouds were headed my way, or not.

Finally, my first costumer arrived, or shall I say customers. It was a little girl and boy each holding on to there mom's hands. They were out taking a walk and had just turned around the corner. They all had auburn hair, the girls was in a braid, and bright, curious, blue eyes. The mom was wearing short workout shorts and a purple tanktop, with her hair tied up in a knot at the top of her head. She wore a tight frown and looked frustrated and worn out. "Mommy can we pleeeeaaaasssseee have some lemonade. Please," the boy added. I was very close to adding in a little, or maybe a big please too, but the mother seemed like she already had enough on her hands. The mother let out a sigh, already given up and said sure.

"Alright, we'll have two lemonades," she told me. I hurried to it not wanting to upset the mom any further. I set out two plastic cups, then grabbed the handle of the glass pitcher half full of lemonade, (because of me drinking it, not because I had any costumers), and poured some in both cups. I was about to hand them to the kids when I was interrupted by the boy. "Can you add more sugar for me," the boy asked. What was he talking about, he didn't even say please, I didn't have any sugar packets. Just when I was about to tell him I didn't have any, the mother interrupted to teach him a lesson. "Danny, she doesn't have any sugar, you get what you get and you don't get upset. I'm sure there is already sugar in there too. Than she started speaking, or should I say yelling or reprimanding at him in Spanish. I was very soon lost. It looked like the boy begged again for sugar, he pushed the limit of the mother's tolerance and the mother got really, really angry.

Then as fast as I could keep track of, I noticed the mom yanking her two sobbing children forward, away from the lemonade stand. AWAY from the lemonade stand!!! Wait, I yelled in my head, but it was too late. I can't believe she didn't buy the lemonade, not for her children, and not even for me! I needed this money!

Just then at that moment, at the worst possible moment, it started pouring, and when I say pouring, I mean POURING! Thunder boomed and then a few seconds later lightning flashed through the sky. I was getting soaked.

Hurriedly, I grabbed the pitcher and the cups, crammed them in a plastic bag, and scrambled to close the legs on the card table. That took a long time and by that point I was drenched. I ran home trying to avoid the puddles, but unfortunately the clumsy side of me took over. I slipped and tripped on a puddle. My momentum sent me flying forward onto the sidewalks, scrating my chin and knees, they even started bleeding. I shivered at the sight of my blood and most likely because of the coldness of being out here in the rain. I was tired and frustrated and couldn't wait to get home. This whole thing is stressing me out. I just wanted to give up, plop down on the couch and close my eyes. "Uuuuhhhh," I cried out in pain and in tiredness, I needed to get home.

I finally got home, but when I stepped inside my sister tried to hide in a laugh at the sight of me and might I say, she failed epically. My mother just acquired a very worried look on her face and scrambled to the kitchen to get me and ice pack, band aids and tea. And might I say, this job failed EPICALLY!!!