Selling lemonade is predictable as a kid. Any run of the mill I am devoid of bowel control while unconscious for 8 hours every day type kid can do it. Steal some lemons. Steal a table. Steal a market. Steal some cups. Steal some paper. Steal a marker. And *VIOLA*, you've made tons of money!!!!
Corporate theft isn't knew, but just because every other kid on the street does it doesn't make it ok. I wasn't into that. All the shadiness. All the hiding. Cooking the books. So I took a different route to get my ice cream truck money: brokering. Yea. I became a business broker. I'd approach these kids and be like, "Hey. Susie. You ready to sell or do you want to keep slaving away at these ridiculous business during these ridiculous hours with that ridiculous look on your face?" Then they'd say that they didn't want to sell and then they'd be like, "Well...what is my business worth?" and I'd be like, "It's worth a dollar fifty what do you think it's worth!?! You are the owner/operator of the most successful lemonade stand in this elementary school district and you want me to believe you don't know what it's worth????? Like Cocoa Puffs!!!"
That's when they'd bite, and we'd be in business...
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