I couldn't tell you how many lemonade stands I have passed on my way home from work this summer.
More than a few.
Sure, I wish them well. It's a seasonal classic, after all. And I'm all for job creation.
Now I suspect the product offered at 99 out of 100 of these play-businesses is fine. But I'll admit I worry about that one stand that might be guilty of serious health code violations. So I pass them by.
Today, though, after riding past one at 37th and Sky View (across from Hart Field), it hit me that this is the last day of August. Who knows how much longer lemonade stands are going to be available this year.
So I turned my bike around.
It was a three-girl operation. Two held signs out by 37th. And one staffed the table on a grass strip dividing Sky View.
I don't know how old they were. But they were courteous and appreciative.
I paid a buck for a 50-cent glass of lemonade that was not awful.
I waved away my change and was rewarded with an “Awesome!”
Nothing about the kid, the lemonade jug or the cup seemed alarming. And as you can see, I lived to tell about it.
Boy, this summer sure has gone by fast.