COUNTRY TIME LEMONADE
The little brat kids are out
front again with their wobbly
table of cookies and lemonade;
trying to sell their tap-water
trash for money. 'Consider
it cute,' the oldsters say, 'how
they learn their business senses,
the America way.' Oh hell, if
they only knew - they'd first
have to get their water tested
and a seal of approval given
and displayed, then the mix of
what they use for 'lemonade'
would need going over. Sugar
content checked, and the bacteria
all over the table and spoon.
The cookies? Forget about
them. You'd first need the FDA.
Then the table, and OSHA, to
say it's way too wobbly, too
closely set to the curb, which,
by the way, is old and needs
repair. Where do expect these
cars to park? Just pull over?
You need two spots, lined and
painted, and no more than six
people at a time. How are you
paying that helper, and how
much? Keeping tax records,
I assume. Insurance? What if
someone gets sick? And that
little fireman guy, I think he's
got to checklist this too. That's
his free job. It's the least he
can do. Inspections mean a lot,
and rejections can kill. How's
about throwing us a twenty
each month? You can pour
your fill. 'Consider it cute,'
the oldsters will say.
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